Anticlimactic.
Training exercises could be described with many words, but 'anticlimactic' was the one that came to Raisa's head at this moment. Typically, when a large rocket or mortar strike was fired during a mission, it was quite the exciting event, as the ground shook from explosions, dust and debris was kicked up and enemies were blown to bits. However, in training missions, in which dismembering OPFOR GEARS was typically frowned upon, training shells were used, which kicked up dust and made a somewhat believable 'boom', but lacked the destructive nature of real shells. Instead of arms and weapons flying off in multiple directions, the members and other functions of the targeted armor simply ceased operation if they were considered to be "damaged" by the computers.

Nonetheless, it was still a rather satisfying sight. There was still the whistling of the shells as they went through the air and the blasting off in the distance that translated over to training without any problems and for that, Raisa was glad. Shortly after the strike, Blade fired his own mortars, further "damaging" the already shaken enemy. Upon connection of the shells, he issued her an order; "Raisa, suppress the far end of the convoy.", he said as his GEAR moved through the sparse cover, firing its autocannon and head-mounted guns as it moved. Raisa moved her own machine alongside it, taking potshots at the convoy with her wrist-mounted fifteen millimeter cannon and she responded as she moved towards a piece of cover where she would have a better shot on the rear of the convoy.

"Understood! Unlock primary weapon!" In response to her voice command, her GEAR unlocked the Avto-30 cannon from its attachment to her right shoulder. Inside the cockpit, she made a movement as if reaching for the weapon and "gripped" it as she "felt" it in her hand. In reality, she wasn't actually touching it, but thanks to the high synchronization between her pilot's suit and the GEAR's sensors, Raisa was given tactile, pressure and even miothermic feedback, allowing her to easily use the weapon without having to default to preset movements for reloading, firing or other actions and giving a tenfold boost in efficiency. Though, and to her delight, it seemed that the rest of her comrades were familiar enough with the systems of their GEARS that their efficiency in using their weapons, even in older GEARS, was just about as good as herself.

Leaning over the cover and with her rifle in hand, she took aim at the far-end of the convoy. A crosshair and other aiming assists were brought up onto her HUD as she centered the rifle and when she was sure that she would be effective in firing, she pulled the trigger. [i]Anticlimactic[/i] her earlier remark came up once again as she felt the significantly lower kick and recoil of her rifle thanks to the training ammunition. If she had to compare it to something, she could say it was as if she was using the Avto-15 and not the Avto-30 that she was "holding" in "her" hands. Nonetheless, it seemed effective as shots were landed on the enemy. A shot to side of a technical caused it to stop firing and another to a GEAR's leg caused it to seize up and fall over; a rather comical sight.

Raisa stifled a laugh at this as she continued to lay down suppressive fire, the digital ammo-counter on the rifle quickly going down. Within a few seconds, she had reached zero, with made the rifle automatically eject the large magazine and she brought her GEAR back down behind the cover. She used her right hand to reach for another from her left shoulder-mounted ammo-carrier and once she had grabbed the first one that fell into her hand, she slotted it into the rifle and it cocked automatically. Once again, she rised and began to fire, until most of the dangers at the far-end had been defeated, save for an obsolete APC and light tank. Raisa dove into a cover with a better view on these two targets, both of them firing at her, causing the dust to kick up around her machine's feet as she moved and the shells from the tank shaking the ground.

When she reached the cover, she placed her rifle back on her back and leaned out from behind the cover, aiming her Flanker's right wrist at the convoy. "Fire HVSS/SA missiles." A chime from her helmet indicated that the voice command was understood and a locking indicator appeared on her HUD. For some reason, however, the locking took more time than usual and the firing of the two vehicles came dangerously close to her. Panicking, she fired without a lock and two missiles flew haphazardly towards the vehicles. One went straight into the light-tank, "destroying" it, but the other exploded harmlessly in the dirt. The APC continued firing at her and she couldn't risk breaking cover to finish it off. "Raisa here. I've eliminated most threats at the rear of the convoy, but an APC has me pinned down. Requesting assistance." She reported over comms as the thirty-five millimeter shells of the APC's autocannon thumped against her cover.