Along with anyone else, Cyne had abandoned his spot as well and made his way to the downed Chimera. He knew that he had to hurry, lest he found himself open and exposed to many warranted guns put in his direction. Unlike some of his compatriots, he couldn't afford to take a hit. Thankfully, Silas' timing was properly judged and they were able to reach the Chimera unopposed. Per his orders two, everyone fortified themselves around the tank. The armor, while having been pummeled by Cyne's RPG attacks earlier and Gerad's heavy weapons, would still prove relatively efficient against the conventional gunfire that was sent at them thus far. Even the mortars wouldn't pose too much of a threat either.

Sven had hopped in through the Chimera's hatch and made his way inside. Cyne was rather surprised that the width of the opening would even accommodate the Ascended Vandrell's bulk. As Cyne set himself up underneath the tank's main turret, he couldn't help but hear what appeared to be struggling near the hatch. Cyne groaned in annoyance. Could the tank's crew actually survived? When he pulled himself out from under the turret and climbed aboard, a blackened and charred formed appeared, exiting the hatch. Understandably startled, Cyne instinctively reached for his sidearm but a second later, he sighed. The form was actually what remained of one of the former crew that Sven was pushing out of the tank. Made sense. Given the enclosed compartments, having, literal, dead weight would proved troublesome to maneuver around. As the corpse finally fell out and clanged against the hull before connecting to the ground, Sven looked up to an observant Cyne, innocently.

[color=fff200][b]"What?"[/b][/color] he asked.

[color=00746b]"N-nothing,"[/color] replied Cyne.

[color=fff200][b]"Oh, okay then,"[/b][/color] Sven said before returning back inside the tank.

Soon enough, the second wave's forces had arrived and upon arriving at the now pulverized site, it had split into several groups. One of them heading toward the Chimera. It didn't take long for the action to kick back up as Ducaelia, apparently, remotely hijacked all of the APCs, forcing them into a topsy-turvy. Anyone too close to the chaos was either run over or tossed aside. Many of the gun trucks took their own evasive maneuvers, their drivers yelling at the APCs' own. While five of the armored vehicles being incapacitated or still preoccupied with the madness, the remaining three eventually regained control. Ducaelia skillfully took one of them out with a repurposed grenade down the vehicles hatch and made her way to another one.

However, the APC she now mounted was more tenacious, if not desperate to get her off. The vehicles gun turret swung around and took aim at the unwanted hitchhiker. That was however until something small and fast sheered through the armor plating of the turret. A moment later, a kind of slumping sound could be heard within the gun turret canopy. The turret didn't move at that point and the guns never fired either.

[color=00746b]"Ducaelia, you're clear."[/color] Cyne voxed in as he scanned for his next target. It was then that the truck and infantry, having reorganized from the sudden confusion, were now vectoring on the Chimera, [color=00746b]"I recommend you get out of there, you're drawing to much attention to yourself."[/color]

Indeed she was as the truck gunners spotted her and began making carful pot shots at her, trying to force Ducaelia off the APC. Although one by one, the gunners and nearby infantry were felled, followed by the echo if each discharge. Looking past her, Cyne could spot a few more APCs, having recovered from the confusion, were making their way here too, along with their infantry and truck support as well.