"Thanks, Sig." Roger called over the comms. With that sniper gone, the only thing left that presented a clear barrier to being able to assume flanking positions were the soldiers fast approaching. So much for trying to weave in and out of firing range. Well if that was the case, he'd just have to work around it. He turned Yeager towards the closest squad of soliders and opened fire with his machinegun. Best case scenario: they would all be taken out, worst case: every other soldier squad in range would focus on him.

Although it was nice not having to deal with mini-Mists and their buddy, the weird-ass laser vomiting crystals of Cruxi Bullshit, Roger recognized there was more than a small amount of risk in his position as well. He had less back-up available than those center stage, and would to be more easily overwhelmed and outnumbered if he didn't stay on guard. 

On top of that, he wasn't sure how much longer things would go as well as they had been so far. On the surface level, things were going just fine with no casualties on their side, but Legion seemed like it was ready to burst any second now, and Roger couldn't help but shake the feeling that the Cruxi had something up their sleeve.

For the time being, Roger would pull Yeager back and into position to charge directly behind enemy lines once the current obstacles were gone. Once the chance presented itself, he'd have to act quickly or it'd completely vanish.[hr]
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