[center][h2][color=BF1010]Spartan Lucas Ryker[/color][/h2][/center]

"Well hello to you too, assholes!" Lucas's shout was really more reflex as he dove into a nearby piece of cover alongside Vael. Of course they would walk into a nearly literal wall of bullets as they entered their half of the two paths and now found themselves pinned by heavy fire. However, be it fortunate or unfortunate, the SPARTAN-IV still had a pair of frag grenades, and those two fully automatic, lead spitting death machines would drown out the sounds of a grenade bouncing behind the gunners. Turning off his external speakers, he speaks into the internal comms channel for their small team. "Grenade out."

Throwing it over, the idea was for the arc of the grenade to put it just between the two machine gunners and in the laps of whoever was posted up between them and send them all flying in pieces ideally. Though he would also accept just sending them scrambling away from the grenade, since that would still mean that the mounted guns would stop firing and the team could move up. "I'm moving for the high ground, camo should keep me out of sight. I hope."