Even as he moved with a frantic pace, Locke bore witness to half the team being downed in seconds… It was like watching a Titan tear apart a squad of ill equipped riflemen, just more ponderous and reckless, animalistic and primal.

His heart sank when he heard the mage’s words… Get the girl? Fuck no.

He almost diverted course before witnessing Yumi’s insane maneuver to get the trunk. Pole vaulting with your weapon? That takes guts and skill to pull off in combat, even if you’re not injured… but the woman seemed to be experienced with that style of combat.

Evie’s order rings loud and clear. Get the mage. Fine by him. Locke’s rounds did nothing to the mammoth… but they could certainly rip through its human master. There is no choice anymore. It’s kill or be killed. The only way to protect Evie, Roscoe, and the others is to take out the controlling element. That much is now clear.

Locke remains mobile, tapping his visor as he does, utilizing his years of training and available gear to seek out signs of the real enemy. The illusions en masse may yet bear flaws that make them seem inorganic. Synced or mechanical movements, no breathing motions, still as a statue, anything that might set them apart from the real mage, he sought to identify and use, and with the help of his visor and helmet sensor suite, he would narrow it down… He swaps magazines as the mental commands are issued…

Search and destroy. For a Titan Pilot of the Frontier, this is a familiar modus operandi.

Actions:
- Evasive/distracting Maneuvering [Speed D]
- Ability: Basic Battlefield HUD Scan - [Intelligence E, Perception F, Survival F, Appraisal [Isekai] F] | 1 Post Cooldown (Attempting to identify the real Mage among the illusions)
- Preps Weapon to engage target