Ariin coughed as he looked at his sensors no visual feed, alarms were blaring and he noted that he hadn't taken her down. Irina was still out their probably saving him for later, or just thinking he was dead. He swapped to the team channel groaning. "All visual's are down on the Paladin. I can't see anything over here, I think I might have damaged Irina some but unable to tell. I'm locking down and holding position. If anyone's getting this either ping the target the on my map or send my targeting angles. I can still shoot." He told them as he locked down his shield, turning right enough to where he would face the tower the last place he saw Irina.

He now watched the map display Elora had provided them watching the dots his guns angle measurements and targeting system were still up, they were tied into the weapon itself. He took a deep breath and then a terrible idea popped into his head. He could open the top of the cock he was tall enough he'd be able to see out of it and shoot... Of course that would be him personally at great risk. If she fired at his cockpit it would be lethal, yet he couldn't just leave them out their, most his Frame was behind the shield now anyway. He just have to make it quick, or he probably wouldn't make it.

He sat up a little as the top of his Frame opened up just enough for him see. He laid the gun on top of the shield and then smiled, their she was on top of the tower... Throwing Elora. Sigma was one thing, Elora was another, he over charged the gun six volleys, twelve rounds at this bitch. 'I'm probably next anyway' he thought as he put the gun on her then he received Elora's targeting data, he was proud of her it wasn't much but it was enough to tell his the Pompey's sensors to only fire Frame in her shape. In truth he was locked to her now unable to fight anyone on anything else. Once he put the gun on her and system was primed he started to close the hatch, as six thumps rocked the Paladin. The twelve rounds tore towards her from behind, from a Frame she thought she had destroyed. 

Doing this however had put a lot of stress on the gun, he opened it's ventral hatches and waited for it cool now. Either she would fly down here and finish him off or he would here his teammates yelling in victory. He just waited, ready to be beaten, to send a fair well to his squad as he shut his eyes and hummed a lullaby he remember his mother used to sing to him. He wondered how Elora and Sigma were doing, he hoped alright he'd get them both something nice after this... Well he might steal something nice for Elora and bake Sigma a cake strawberry cake... maybe a good vanilla or cream cheese icing to go on it? Which would she prefer, he asked himself in truth trying to ignore the reality of what was more than likely he last moments on the field.