Marcus let out a sweat drop from his forehead. It's him and an enemy alone with no foreseeable reinforcements. There will be no second chances and the question of who will get to walk away is going to be decided by a game of chicken.

"This is Bumble Sting of the EDF." his distorted voice spoke matter of factly as he pressed on. He has no interest at being an aggressor or surrendering a good advantage to his enemy.

"If I want to shoot you in the back we won't be having this conversation." He pointed out as he stabilized his aim at the torso just slightly above the cockpit, just one click and battle will be over but not yet.

"I have no reason to face you in the open, so you either disable that walker or I'll destroy it at the count of three." he announced as the other began hearing a count.

"One!"

"Two!"

"BANG!"

There is no three because Marcus would rather be liar than a dead man.