Time slowly came back, the dusty and war-ridden buildings of Alexandria back into Tyrant's view, as he rounded the alley, aware that he had his Norwegian friend surging above, the giant coming round the corner- riddled with bullets yet still operational. The man inside knew full well there was still a fight to finish, and they had their job in securing Alexandria.
"Holy shit, this is a real nut to crack. We're almost at the harbor- they sunk a British naval ship there, but expect heavy resistance." Tyrant said, the man inside the seven foot armor sweeping his route, as he quickly took out a large cluster of British infantry firing from a rooftop. The 40mm HE rounds almost tore the small building apart, as Tyrant led the way down the street, taking fire from any and almost every angle at his frontal 90 degrees. Perfect- since Viking was bounding across the rooftops and basically having easy targets to shoot.
"Victoria, how's the situation? Me and Viking are almost to the harbor, how copy?"
"I understand you Tyrant, good to hear. There could be some artillery in your area.." Victoria, the 505th's voice on the other end said, as almost in that moment, with perfect timing, a whole set of artillery tore apart the area in front of Tyrant, even himself knocking back as the large figure held back for a moment, the artillery coming in as quick as it finished. The 75mm fire had brought some buildings apart, but it was mostly superficial, since it had struck an area they had cleared already.
"Yeah, tell them that me and Viking have this under control- I understand the lads on the guns want to blow shit up, but preferably not me. We'll feed back once we have the harbor secured- there's hives of them dotted here, but they didn't expect us, I can tell." Tyrant said, looking to Viking as he moved fluidly from position to position, the orange haze from his thruster pack giving him the edge from roof to roof, across crevasses of streets that would never be possible with feet. Tyrant sent a volley of fire towards a harassing MG position, blowing the British infantry apart, a little too directly to Tyrant's liking but none the less, getting the job done. The large black armored figure kept going, aware that bullets weren't going to cut it today. He had already had too close an encounter with a tank, and that, he didn't want to have again. Tyrant kept his pace, aware that they were coming close now.