The klaxon rattled in his helmet, leaving a hollow whine in its retreat. He drew in a deep breath, bolting as the first one off the starting plate. He was aggressive in his advance, thrusting a shoulder into the first block of cover abruptly, shouldering up his DC-15A. Bringing the sight to his visor, he put out burst after burst of fire, before retreating back into cover, bursts of red answering his assault.

"You wanted bait, you got it!" He shouted over the squad net, making a cheeky hand signal towards the heavy gun team.

He shrunk back into cover as he drew a metric ton of fire, letting his DC fall to hang by its sling, fiddling with the sling of his shoulder launcher.

"Come on, guys! Tempo, tempo, tempo!"