[centre][h2][colour=008000][u]Gerad[/u][/colour][/h2][/centre]

Gerad let out a triumphant [i]hoot[/i] as the tank's defenses began to falter and his shots started to chew up the armour, that hoot became a holler as the lift engine began vomiting fire and the machine began to slew away. [colour=008000][i]Burn ye skaggin' bastard, burn![/i][/colour]

Unfortunately, the crew of the tank wasn't about to go down without a fight, and the pilot did their best to re-balance the lift, while the main gun was brought to bear against him. There was no time to do anything except run; but as he tried to, his feet shifted in the rubble and he staggered. Looking down the muzzle of the cannon he knew he was done. [colour=008000]"Ancestors watch fer me, I'm comin' "[/colour] He said softly, closing his eyes.

The next thing he knew, damage alerts from across the rear of his armour howled, his sheilds collapsed and he found himself face down in the dirt, [i]closer[/i] to the Chimera. [colour=008000]"Bloodydamn, how'd they miss?"[/colour] It took him a few moments to regain his feet; Militia power armour had pretty good anti-shock systems, but even they had their limits. Once he was up again, he surveyed he damage and spied Sven and Silas by the tank and made a quick association. [colour=008000]"I was all set to greet th' Ancestors there...thank y' both. Big heater like dat 've slagged m' proppe'."[/colour]

He was alive, but his armour was in need of some work. The shields were coming back online, the corona from the tank cannon had overloaded them, but caused no emitter damage. His physical armour w=however was a little worse for the wear; between the power armour skirmish and the tank fight it was down to 60% overall, though some places were a tad more compromised than others. The self-repair nanites were already on the job, but that was going to take time.

He was still taking stock, when he heard Ducealia's call for assistance. [colour=008000]"Oi Clankie, need a 'and?"[/colour] While still giving her a deadpan look through his battered faceplate, he began to clap with his secondary arms, while lifting with his primary ones.