Locke smirks slightly under his helmet, a surge of respect for Evie’s quick thinking passing through his thoughts as he moves automatically to follow the order.

His weapon snaps up with little fanfare, no announcement, no warning, just level, sight in, the brief staccato of automatic fire flinging lead downrange echoes as he shifts rapidly forward and to the left, making room for his comrades, but keeping his crosshairs on the enemy as he closes the gap enough to let him land shots more consistently.

Just as asked, he’s aiming for leg and limb, seeking to cripple, not kill, running and gunning as his jumpkit fires to speed him up. Don’t bunch up, but cover the team, and interfere with the enemy. Habit and training kicks in like clockwork. He stays on the move between trigger pulls, letting his jumpkit help guide and augment his maneuvers, making himself a hard and very annoying target quite deliberately.

No words, just orders followed, tactical movements made, rounds squeezed off at the target.

[Run and Gun - Fighting Style - Guns - Gunplay E (Penetrating F, Range F), Steady Hands E | 1 Post Cooldown]
[Movement and evasion augmented by Jumpkit after firing, Speed: D]