Locke’s eyes widen behind his visor as he watches the ladies make their daring close range maneuvers. He keeps mobile though, despite the fact that he just watched something that felt like it was straight out of anime… (har har, irony).

The pilot’s gaze sweeps their surroundings as he maneuvers evasively, waiting for his own opportunity to strike. Preferably after his allies moved away from dishing out their attacks… He didn’t want another incident like earlier on. Near miss was lucky that time…

Only when he’s sure his compatriots aren’t going to be downrange of it would he pause to fire.

He skids to a halt briefly near the mammoth and aims high, for its eyes, then squeezes the trigger. The rifle cracks off a short burst of rounds before he lowers it and daets back into a circling pattern around the perimeter, running interference. Blind the enemy, disrupt and distract, be a nuisance. For now, it’s all he could do with his limited ordinance… 

He still made sure to coast past the illusions, searching for any reactions that might clue him in to which one is the real guy… 

He’s probing, waiting for his next opportunity…

- Move [Speed D]
- Precision Shot, aims for mammoth’s eye. Range F, Penetrating F, Gunplay E]
- Back off and maintain distracting movements [Speed D]