"Tch!" Myrina sucked her teeth as Oliver darted, narrowly avoiding the shelling that dug up mounds of earth at his GEAR's legs. Without his jamming, the lone GEAR could call in backup and relay details of her unit. But with it, Oliver ran the risk of getting toasted. It was a difficult scenario, and a fresh commander might've buckled. Myrina, however, was worked up, by the weighing impression she strove to make on the Colonel, Oliver's pre-op shenanigans, and the feeling of battle returning to her after so long. Looking back to the damaged GEAR that fumbled behind the rock at the base of the hill, her brow narrowed as she spoke through the comm.

"Adrian, on me!" With little more explanation, she zipped down the slope, wheels speeding her GEAR to the last survivor of the ambush. Myrina had brought Adrian along for backup, in case her gamble took a wrong turn. The OPFOR pilot noticed her descent and in an attempt to stave her off, raised his rifle and spat autocannon shells in her direction. Myrina zig-zagged, narrowly avoiding contact with the gunfire. Closing the distance, she brought up her own rifle, and in the other hand, extended her machine's rotary blade. To get the artillery off their backs, Myrina had taken a decisive risk. 

Rounds burst from her rifle's barrel, keeping the GEAR pinned down. They hammered the rock, kicking up dust and earth where they landed, causing the OPFOR's cameras to become obscured. As Myrina reached the GEAR, she spun on her wheels, stretching out her blade arm in a sweep that sliced into the machine's head. Inside the cockpit, the sensors would sputter out, and screens flash to black. The force of Myrina's speeding GEAR brought the ramshackle machine to its back, and a casual burst from her rifle finished it off, disappearing from the indicator screen for good. As the machine locked in place, Myrina hailed Oliver over the radio. "Oliver, kill the jamming signal!"

A moment after, the Colonel's grizzled voice crept through Myrina's headset. [i]"Sitrep? Tangoes here are down, moving to your position to support, over."[/i] 
"Copy, three tangoes down at our position. They used our jamming signal as an artillery target. We can't continue blocking their comms."