It was like the entire world shook when the enemy's rounds finally made their mark. Sparks flashed as metal was rent, crumpled and holed. Terrible sounds of groaning armor plate surrounded the grimacing Harold. Suddenly, the visual display flickered off, and then on. For an instant, his synch rate was 0%, before coming back at 43% and rising. What the hell just happened? He cursed as he saw that system tags that were supposed to be green were flashing red or orange. At the bottom-left corner of his HUD, warnings abounded in red. Redundant electronic sirens blared from unseen speakers. His map was empty while the software rebooted itself.

[color=#FF0000][b]WARNING! PRT. TYPE 2500 MODEL 3 41CM GATLING FEED SYSTEM FAILURE[/b][/color]
[color=#FF0000][b]WARNING! PRT. TYPE 2500 MODEL 3 41CM GATLING HYDRAULICS FAILURE[/b][/color]
[color=#FF640A][b]WARNING! STB. TYPE 2500 MODEL 3 41CM GATLING OBSTRUCTION IN NO. 3 BARREL[/b][/color]
[color=#FF640A][b]WARNING! STB. TYPE 2500 MODEL 3 41CM GATLING OBSTRUCTION IN NO. 1 BARREL[/b][/color]
[color=#FF0000][b]WARNING! STB. TYPE 2500 MODEL 3 41CM GATLING FEED SYSTEM FAILURE[/b][/color]
[color=#FF640A][b]WARNING! STB. TYPE 2500 MODEL 3 41CM GATLING OBSTRUCTION IN NO. 2 BARREL[/b][/color]
[color=#FF0000][b]WARNING! STB. TYPE 2500 MODEL 3 41CM GATLING MODULE NOT FOUND[/b][/color]

"Module not- what the hell are you," he looked to the right. "Holy shit!" 

It was gone. What was left of the gatling system there was splayed out like some kind of macabre, blackened flower. A shell had detonated inside the barrel as it was firing. But in a morbid comedic display, the stump could still move in response to his input. This was not the case for the other chain gun, as it looked quite alright, except that it was stubbornly pointed limp to the ground. Hydraulic fluids, colored red, looked much like blood as they oozed down its burn marks and shell holes before dripping down onto the scarred terrain. It was faint, but Harold could swear that there was a pain in his arms too.

And there was a message then, coming from the Logic Gate. It was text and images however, so he waved it off - he had no time to read; Elora could wait. A drop of sweat was threatening to pour into his eye and he rubbed it away with too much force than necessary. He thought for a split-second, before making another important decision.

The mode was SACLOS - Semi-Automatic Command to Line Of Sight. The recoil from the Type 2500's had been shaking the Rostosov, but it was more or less steady now with only impacting return fire to contend with. His Framewerk was beaten, bloodied and no longer had working arms, but it was not yet totally helpless. Harold cast his reply:

[b]MK. I CRUISE MISSILE - SELECTED MODE: SACLOS - [color=#FF0000]FIRING[/color][/b]

"God damn it!"

Another missile. This time, and with his entire concentration, he was focusing the targeting dot specifically on the Black Komodo's chest. The pilot, he reasoned, should be there.

"Firing missile!" he spat again in the private channel.