[hr][CENTER][h1][u]Elliot Braide //[/u][color=007236][u] ROOK[/u][/color][/h1]
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Elliot was almost caught off guard by the Fenrir coming about on his flank, almost. The fool thought he’d have the upper hand coming in from behind wielding a combat knife, and in most circumstances he might have been correct. Elliot was quick to pivot as the proximity alarm flared and fortunately was able to bring the haft of his maul between him and his assailant just as the opposing MAS brought the combat knife down. The screech of metal rang out as the tip of the knife managed to gouge a furrow deep down the front of Elliot’s MAS but Elliot pushed back hard and millimeter by millimeter the distance between them grew once more. As Elliot struggled to create some breathing room, his mind flew through potential moves to gain the upper hand. Sweat was running down his forehead and the cockpit felt 20 degrees hotter suddenly. It was only moments before he’d been routing the enemy forces with ease but now it felt like it could have been years ago as the moment seemed to stretch on and on. Was this going to be it?

Through grit teeth and a hate filled scowl Elliot growled, [color=007236]“Not fucking likely.”[/color] 

Taking a deep breath to focus himself Elliot took stock of the situation one final time before deciding on a plan of action. With a smooth bit of handwork Elliot managed to slide the MAS’s grip up the haft of the maul whilst refraining from giving too much room to his knife wielding opponent.This new grip allowed Elliot to begin exerting the slightest bit of downward pressure on his foe. With a sly grin Elliot engaged the thruster on the maul. At first it almost appeared to have no effect but as the seconds grew longer it was becoming evident that the Fenrir was beginning to buckle under the pressure exerted by the Venator. Suddenly The MAS’s legs buckled beneath it and Elliot capitalized on the moment to slam his own MAS’s knee into the center mass of the fallen Fenrir with enough force to send it reeling the rest of the way to the ground. 

The Fenrir struggled to rise but the standoff with the maul had resulted in critical damage to the joints in its legs that left it stranded on the ground with nothing but its combat knife. The Venator stood above it like a predator upon wounded prey. Elliot didn’t rush to finish his opponent, choosing instead to bring his maul down in an obvious overhead aimed for the cockpit that the Fenrir struggled desperately to block. Once again the sound of screeching metal rang out, but this time it was the tip of the Venator’s maul scratching an even deeper furrow down the front of the Fenrir as they once again locked armaments. This time though the Venator had the advantage over the crippled Fenrir and the outcome seemed inevitable. Just like before the Venator engaged the mauls propulsion and once more began slowly overwhelming the strength of the Fenrir. Elliot didn’t rush.

When it was finally over Elliot ripped the maul free of the ruined Fenrir and surveyed his surroundings as he tried to catch up with what had been missed during his duel. For a moment Elliot let a goofy grin slip onto his face at the thought of what had just occurred, his first duel! A part of the rookie couldn’t wait to share the story with the rest of the squad, surely they’d all had plenty of duels of their own that they could all share and bond over, right? Elliot shook himself free of the thoughts as he tried to peel his focus back to the battle at hand.

Quite a bit was going on outside his immediate vicinity, although between him and Rhino it appeared that they’d wrecked most of the counter-wave that the coalies had been attempting to set up. The Commander was covering Sabine, or on the way to at least, and Kilmer was hunting for whatever it was that decided to harass them as well as anything else that decided to make a nuisance out of itself. Elliot wasn’t positive on the Blackout’s location currently but so far that had been kind of typical of their shadowy overwatch so it wasn’t something that immediately threw him off. For the most part Elliot wasn’t sure how to proceed until two fresh radar signatures were pinged across his display a few hundred meters out.

[color=007236]“Rhino, Vulture, be advised two fresh signatures just pinged about 300 meters northwest of our position. Signatures lookin pretty beefy from here and I could use some protein in my diet so I’m moving to intercept, requesting assistance. Moving to make visual contact now.”[/color] Elliot informed his two comrades before the Venator burned in the direction of the new arrivals. The Venator made short work of the distance and rounded the corner to find quite an odd sight. For starters Elliot had just walked up on two Skollr, which admittedly he hadn’t any experience with yet. But more surprising of all was the third MAS present sporting no IFF signature or any sort of designation at all. 

Elliot did his best to take in as much of the scene as quickly as he could but given the two heavy units he’d just walked up on there was no way he’d be able to stand around and gawk for long. With a quick burst from it’s burners the Venator slid behind a nearby building for cover as Elliot tried to make sense of the situation. The third MAS was damaged from what Elliot could tell and also seemed to be fighting with the two Skollr. Elliot hadn’t been able to get the best look at it but in a situation like this it had to be a friendly unit likely, maybe one of the Helldogs perhaps. Regardless, Elliot had to intervene sooner rather than later.

[color=007236]“Arrival has revealed to heavily armed Skollrs and a third unidentified unit. The unidentified unit appears to be hostile towards the Skollr and hasn’t exhibited any hostilities towards myself, not that they’ve had the chance with their hands full with two Skollr. Either way I’m moving in to assist but requesting assistance ASAP.”[/color] With that said Elliot took two deep breaths and then the Venator burned once more as it dodged out from behind its cover and boosted towards the Skollr’s position in a desperate bid to waylay the two Skollr long enough for either the Secutor or the Commander to arrive, or perhaps even Kilmer or one Helldogs. Either way Elliot had to buy some time.