[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/gbzLk2F.png[/img][h2]Reprieve[/h2][/center][indent][code]Skogsrå, Gelcastre City Outskirts, LZ Delta_ 101st Special Forces Legion. Local Time: 1300_ [/code][/indent][hr] [color=pink]<>[/color] Sabine blared over her external comms as the Sparrowhawk raced with the Venator towards Hex and the Skollrs. The Sparrowhawk overtook the Venator as it juked off to the side to dodge fire, Sabine boosting in the other direction to stay out of target. Bright red warnings were painting her face with their glow as her onboard systems begged her not to overheat her cannon. She muted the warnings, but gave her weapons system a rest anyway as she stopped firing, just long enough to take the hilt of the Sparrohawk's beam saber and slot it into the rifle's bayonet lug. Sabine whooped as she took her machine into a spin, still maintaining forward momentum as it scooped the burnt remains of half a car off the ground and hucked it at the Skollr firing at them. The car itself didn't do any significant amount of damage to the Skollr, but knocked it off balance- just enough to make it stop shooting, just enough for Sabine to zip in towards the disarmed (literally) Skollr and steal Hex's kill. Sparrowhawk's beam saber flared to life, the barrel of the plasma rifle jamming itself into the Skollr's armless torso, beam saber melting through plating even as Sabine pulled the trigger- the point blank blast of plasma carving straight through the melted armor plating and vaporizing the cockpit- and anything inside. By the time the second Skollr had righted itself, it found the Venator too close to easily fire upon it, and instead tried to use its heavy cannon like a club to bludgeon the Venator away. As the elite Skollrs crumble, that seems to be enough to fully break the remaining spirits of the sparse resistance that was trying to hold back Rhino and the Helldogs. The remaining Fenrirs and Garmrs fully break away and begin to pull out- what few remained able to move anyway. To Rhino's right, a Fenrir with a heavily damaged leg and torso drops its weapon, and lifts its arms up into the air, the cockpit opening a moment later- the pilot inside stepping out and mimicking the surrender as well. The Helldogs whoop over their comms, one of the Sentries- the damaged one- pausing long enough to offer the Secutor a mech-sized fist bump. [color=steelblue]<>[/color] Came the distorted comm, one of the hits must have rocked his communications equipment, [color=steelblue]<>[/color] [hr] Kilmer heard the comm click, something akin to a [i]Tsk![/i] as his beam saber came down. The Jaeger was fast- blindingly so, but it was clearly not expecting the Shrike to survive its initial strike. Too reliant on technology, too unprepared for a melee duel, or perhaps some combination of the two, the Jaeger brought its blade up in time to stop Kilmer's bream saber from cutting through the cockpit. The Shrike's beam saber deflected off the edge of the coalition saber, skating down the edge and melting the manipulator before sheering it off, the green blade of plasma flipping in wild circles as it fell to the ground- woe be to whoever was unfortunate enough to be standing under it when it hit. The following kick sent the Jaeger tumbling through the sky for a second before the pilot caught himself and righted his flight. A moment later, Sagan's Watchdog registered a lock on, the Jaeger began to jerk instinctively, attempting to shake off any possible incoming munitions. [color=coral]<>[/color] came the clipped growl of the Jaeger pilot, [color=coral]<>[/color] With that, the Jaeger began to boost away, dropping flares and chaff as it made its not so noble retreat from the battle space.