Tobias gave a simple middle finger back, chuckling.
"Now that is the sound of a hot girl with a fat arse, always thinking about food and shit blowing up..." The Cornish merc slyly remarked, swinging his M134 in the opposite direction, aware he was going to take a different angle to her. Moving the other way and back through the courtyard, a few stragglers pinging off rounds at his armour. With a spool and a blast, the silence was deafening, then broken, then back. The hard stomps of steps into the gravelly mud gave him more than a moment to refocus on another group of targets. They really weren't expecting something like this, Tobias thought. They were ready for an aerial assault, maybe a poorly planned attack by the mine's security team- this in itself was like taking a lemon to a knife fight. Not gonna end well, not for the lemons who were here...and Tobias knew full well that while they'd torn the base's upper part to bits, they had left most of it in tact. Maybe a few bullet holes, but nothing major yet. That was their gift. Though if they did have permission to raise Ragnarok, no doubt the scene would have been different...

Covering off the other part of the base, Tobias took his pick of the angles at the other end, taking aim at some of the infantry disembarking, laying fire into a digger further down the mine, cleaning up a squad by another Hilux technical, decimating them with relative ease as the tracer rounds caught the pickup truck and lit it on fire. An insergent ran up to him on his right, the suit's sensor picking it up as Tobias watched him come in close, letting him continue running with the comedically oversized machete for the small frame the guy had, knowing this guy had certainly some balls. He was too close for the M134, but that was just gonna end badly. As he swung, Tobias swiped to the side, punching the guy with a solid right hook doubled over, before grabbing him by the scruff and yeeting him, all the way over the protected gate edge that led into the open-cast ravine below and to a very long way down.
"Guess he tried to get the drop on me, right Dunner?" The shit pun echoed with no silence, as he approached said gate, seeing the BTRs crawl up as he raised his M134 again, the barrels spinning as the rounds went down range, blasting a group of following infantry peppering her with rounds, making sure that when she went to fire her AT, she wouldn't be the main target in view.
"All yours, Duner! Turn em to scrap!"