Natalie, Ross and Jenny, alongside the others walked through the now quiet outpost, the noise of a distant roaring thunder coming. The Task Force was coming in full force, and they were it's spearhead. A head-on fight, yes, but there was no other way in, no other way out. This was going to end in blood and hell, as Natalie put her faceplate up, looking down from her enormous frame down at Ross, and Carl.
"Captain Henderson, I'd imagine you understand. This isn't an ending. I prefer to see it as a beginning. Let's get ourselves to the top of that mountain." She said, as Ross chuckled heartily, putting his visor up, looking up at the giantess, Natalie's enormous GAU simply insane to see, the .50 cal minigun a sight and a half.
"Well, Major, I can't say we'll have a problem with you and Victor if that's the plan." 

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The fort had been a hard assault, and breaching it alone had been difficult, the whole assault taking a toll. Even Natalie had to stop for a moment, to grab a new ammunition rucksack for her GAU-19, the barrels almost constantly glowing a dulled red-brown from the heat that had gone through it. She watched Victor, the sound of gunfire constant, as she saw him hunker down, and unleash a fury of missiles, blowing apart the building in a multi-layered explosion, that made it seem more insane than it already fucking was. Natalie couldn't deny, her fiancee was a man of 

Ross and Jenny used the two Super-Heavies as cover, and were taking points to the side, Ross moving through into a vehicle dump, and pushing through. He took two enemies out with a clean sweep, as Jenny moved around, firing a little more wildly, but to a good sucess. Ross's fire was precise, Jenny's was not, but the result was the same- enemies were killed. Leaving the ramshackle, they headed back out, watching as Natalie turned a corner, swinging the huge GAU onto her side. She drew Athena's Wrath, and arming the harpoon on her left arm, moved around the corner, enemies laying rounds into her, throwing grenades and all. But it was close quarters, and while a pair of SMGs would have worked here, Natalie was more sophisticated than that. She fired the harpoon at the man at the back, then hit retract, half tearing him apart but dragging him and his three friends in, the motor whining as Natalie charged, her war face on beneath her faceplate, before sliding the blade through the three, like they were paperweights. 

She roared, turning around and charging one last man, a high swing down onto him, pretty much splitting him into two. She let rip, flames roaring from her behind, as she let the harpoon pull in, watching another group of enemies make their way around. She felt Ross hug against her rucksack, firing on her left flank, so moved forwards, on a smaller street of fire than Victor was on, hitting the barracks hard. She fired it at another, splitting him in the face, as she drew her Deagle from the right hand side of her chestplate, the tether then retracting. It looked surreal, the man almost torn apart as she flew into Natalie's raised boot, a messy sight to see, her beautifully black armour at this point covered in blood, dust and guts. She took shots at two men on a rooftop, almost running away in fear, no longer firing, as she put a plurality of rounds into them, puncturing them fast. It was not a pretty sight, but there was zero doubting that Natalie had a little rage pent up inside of her. While she didn't have Victor's warrior blood, and the ability to go on a bloodlusting rage, it looked like she had just made her movements fluid, and relentlessly brutal, with zero thoughts.

She moved back into the way, firing her GAU-19, rounds streaming from the tri-barrelled minigun, as she saw Ross push on, using his M32 to blow apart a part of the left wall of the fort, as Natalie finished up the men on it. The bodycount was high, and Natalie had forgotten hers. It had to be in hundreds now, same with Victor. Moving up to regroup with the rest, her sector was clear, and she knew the other Juggs had raised hell across the entirety of the fort. That was, till the enormous wall came into view.

"Shit!" Natalie yelled, even being forced to take cover behind an overturned and blown apart IFV, as she looked at the rest.
"Artillery is coming in, right?" Jenny called across the comms, as Ross nodded to her, close to her side, peeking the wall.
"Aye, standby. We can't take the wall out, but we can take the mountain holding up. But that is going to be danger close as fuck. We'd need someone to make use of the opening to get us inside too, or else they'd just adjust their position. We'd need someone fucking crazy to charge it." Ross said, interrupting himself, as Natalie roared, moving across, firing her minigun at the top of the position, heavy rounds pinging off her suit, the Russian heavy more exposed than the other Juggs, well, apart from Victor, perhaps.
"You were saying?!" She replied, as Ross chuckled.

"Gotcha. I'll call it in." Ross said, as he moved around, taking out his laser designator, as the comms crackled.
"Vapour, This is Knight Actual, standby for laser designation for 155mm artillery, we need rapid fire, send twelve, over. Danger close to friendlies, but you are cleared for fire mission!" Ross transmitted to the station, as he heard the crackling back.
"Vapour copies, Knight Actual, standby. Repeat your danger close distance, over?"

"We're 200m away from it, but do it! We need the side of this fucking mountain, gone!" Ross sent the message again, knowing that it would be insanely danger close, for that calibre of round and the amount of material it was going to blow apart, but the Captain understood that only the armoured infantry were on point.
 
"Sending rounds, ETA 45 seconds."
"Rounds complete." The transmission and the wait felt like forever, as Natalie got back into cover, the noise of autocannons tearing apart the cover, loud as hell.
"The fucking mountain is made of steel, I hope your rounds come quick!" Natalie yelled, as she looked across to Victor, giving a simple nod through the helmet, readying her GAU-19 for what was to come next.

When it happened, the rounds that Ross had designated for were precise to about 10m from the laser dot, and did exactly the job they had to do. The sandstone was blasted, and part of the wall began to fall out of it's mounting frame, dust, and hell kicking up. But for Natalie, she knew what to do, and she knew she was with Victor on this one. She emerged from cover, to where she would have been eaten alive by autocannon fire to the max, the rounds not even yet complete, the artillery puncturing the mountainside, enough to throw most men off their feet cleanly, the rockfall raining down to the sides of the fort, and the right flank of the enormous metal wall. Nobody was firing anymore, not the Juggs, not anything, but the noise of 155mm rounds were alone the sole attraction, blasting apart the iron wall's flank, the rock that held it, not the metal. And in that chaos, only two people could even imagine going forwards, not on their asses, but charging into hell. Natalie's body felt like it was liquid, every muscle, every single part of her racing, her heart going through her stomach, and her stomach through her chest, pushing into the gap, the GAU-19 in both hands, knowing that whatever they came across on the other side, it was only herself, and Victor by her side.