[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/4xTfM6S.jpeg[/img] [h2]Alive and Angry.[/h2][/center][indent][code]Skogsrå, Gelcastre City Outskirts, LZ Delta_ 101st Special Forces Legion. Local Time: 1225_ [/code][/indent][hr] Sabine's string of French profanity slowly drew to a close as she inevitably ran out of breath. The emergency of her cockpit flickered off as the rest of the Sparrowhawk's systems began to power on. Her machine was currently laying in the remains of an apartment building, if the ruined half of a mattress laying on top of the Sparrowhawk's optical sensor told her anything. Her eyes quickly scanned through the increasingly long list of readouts displaying exactly what was wrong with crashing her mech into a building. Sabine swiped through the readouts, filtering out anything except what would directly effect her during the immediate mission. [color=pink]<>[/color] Sabine chirped across the squad frequency, [color=pink]<>[/color] [color=pink]<>[/color] Sabine's voice cut out from the comms as her screen lifted above her head, it took her a split second to hear the sounds of stomping boots around her cockpit, and the sound of someone attempting to splice into her system. With an almost insulted growl, Sabine grabbed the PDW a flashbang from beneath her seat and pressed the emergency open on her cockpit. The Sparrowhawk's chest cavity cracked open, and the squad comms heard a muffled bang, followed by a flurry of gunfire before Sabine slid back down into her seat. [color=pink]<>[/color] Sabine grumbled irritably. Almost as if reacting to inconvenience, the Sparrowhawk pulled itself out of the wreckage of the apartment building before firing its plasma rifle into it twice. The Sparrowhawk was semi-grounded, but back in the fight.[hr] Hex, Braide and Rhino were making smooth work of the frontline, Helldog Sentries stomping to fill the gaps in their impromptu assault line as the Blackout provided long range fire as well as an orbital strike to soften things up. The Secutor was on a tear, doing exactly what it set out to do: garner attention. He certainly had it, the remaining Fenrirs on the battleline focused their fire, At least one firing off an AT launcher, and two more filling the air between them and the Secutor with their entire rack of Spiker missiles- totaling 28, trying to ablate and crack the Secutor's armor before finishing it off with a pair of Jackhammer missiles. The Venator made smooth progress across the flanks, most of the enemy too distracted by the Secutor to realize soon enough that they were being flanked. Infantry scattered and dove for cover, AT weapons abandoned where they lay as the autocannon shredded with all the ferocity one would expect golfball sized depleted uranium buckshot to do. Though not everything was quite so smooth sailing- Braide's proximity alarm flared at the last moment as a Fenrir rose out from behind cover and dove at him, assault cannon on the ground, combat blade in hand, in attempt to cleave open his cockpit.[hr] Sagan crashed into the center of the IFV's formation- initiating panic immediately, half tracked autocannons attempted to whirl on him- though in such close quarters, their tracking was sluggish at best, one of the IFV's even accidentally landing a shot into one of its own allies' wheels, as by surrounding himself with enemy, Vulture was more or less ensuring they couldn't open up on him without risking hitting one of their own. A few of the IFV doors opened, infantry scattering for cover as they fled from the massive mech, though a few others tried to shoot at him- for all the good that did. Rifle rounds pinged ineffectually off of the Watchdog's armor, and a 40mm grenade exploded, sending shrapnel scattering off the armor. A few more of the infantry tried to ready AT weapons, as a short distance away from the Watchdog, one of the Fenrir's he'd battered with SPAMRAAM missiles landed with an uneasy thud. It was missing an arm, and its head was broken open, revealing the sparking optical sensor, but somehow it was alive. If the pilot inside was shouting something at Sagan, he couldn't hear, as it seemed like the communications gear on the Fenrir had also been fried. Single arm of not however, that didn't stop the Fenrir from drawing its combat blade and pointing it at the Watchdog in apparent challenge, before drawing the blade close and charging him.[hr] The Shrike screamed into the air, leaving the wreckage of the sniper team behind in a burning heap of scrap and bad times. Kilmer was on the hunt. He didn't have to wait long. His sensors pinged a desperate warning- a split second later a brilliant column of energy streaked from the sky. His sensors pinged a second time- a second streak of energy coursing through the air faster than one could blink. The sun made it hard to see- both via optical camera as well as sensors, but as the Shrike's sensors screamed at Kilmer for a third time, he found it. Masking its presence against the sun and firing down at them with near impunity. Dark wings splayed open like a reaper, or an angel of death. [code]<>[/code] [hider=Visual Scan Data][img]https://i.imgur.com/JhcoGJq.png[/img][/hider]