Victor drifted down, keeping the fire up, firing the GMG one handed, with the other he reloaded his rocket tubes once again. Only a true beast of a man like him could hold a GMG one handed, fire it, and have remarkably good accuracy as it is like that. And Victor pulled it off quite well. Once his rocket tubes were reloaded he fired the GMG all the way to the ground with both hands this time. As they drifted in he let up on the fire, not wanting to cause any collateral damage at this point. He set down lightly, and per Natalie's orders began to put stuff his parachute away, he hardly felt the pressure of the gun fire going on around them. AK rounds peppered him, PKP bullets pattered against him, slightly more modern guns also spat at him, he heard the telltale, double tap of an AN-94, and the tatter of an AK-12 somewhere out there. But he wasn't worried. He got his chute squared away, just as Natalie pulled up.

He smiled, "Return the favor? Well don't mind if I do!" He stepped passed Natalie, raised the GMG and gave the surrounding horde a new taste of his weapon. The customized XM307 roared. HE rounds from the muzzle of the GMG kicked up clouds of dirt and debris, fire and smoke as he hammered the insurgents and troops facing them. He sent more then a few of them tumbling, broken and dead. Some of them were saved by virtue of pure luck as the rounds blinded them, and then fled in fear. Others were nearly incinerated, from the force of the fire. A one moment he gave them false hope, letting the fire from his GMG slacken, but he already had the eight rockets in his shoulder mounts locked. a group of twenty moved forward thinking they had the big man. But were instead killed or mutilated rather painfully by the smart fire rockets that had sailed up, and then come down on those positions. Towers of flame and debris bursting into the air where they struck.

He didn't manually reload the rocket tubes this time, instead calling into his suits systems, "Reload Rocket tubes one trough eight." A big blue notification flared on his HUD, "ACKNOWLEDGED." The auto loading system kicked in as Victor fell in behind Natalie, "Come on, you? I thought I had. Or was it in you? I'm confused..." He grinned knowing she'd get the joke. He kept up the rear, Natalie's flamethrowers spooking targets from hidey-holes. If there were any left inside, Victor hammered the hiding place with HE rounds, making sure that if there was anyone else in there they wouldn't come out. As they passed the bunker he tossed two sticks of C4 inside, two of about eighteen he had brought for this express purpose.

As they moved on he pulled out a detonator and pressed down on the trigger, the bunker went up. He stopped to look back at the explosion smiling, "Remember that song awhile back, "Cool guys don't look at explosions"? I don't know why that's such a thing. The explosion is the best part." He watched as a few rockets cooked off and flared out from the former bunker, and he listened to the pop and snap of bullets cooking off too. He turned and fell back into position with Natalie.

He grinned broadly, "They didn't expect to deal with us. Makes me wonder how they'll deal with our little cousins in the army." He sent off another rocket, blocking out the bottom floor of a building where he could see several HMGs being set up. They intended to hit them from behind as they passed most likely. He was not going to let that happen. The building shuddered and groaned as the rocket slammed into the ground floor supports. Then the building came down around the troops inside. He heard the cries of pain and the slow moan of people on death's door.

He didn't stop, he moved on, helping to take care of those technicals and light armor, "None of these fools are going to get away, they owe too much to the world at large now." He turned as a second technical tried to escape, it's gun not even turned towards them and what had to be about fifteen troops piled onto and into it. He took aim, and unleashed a rain of heavy rounds on the technical, they didn't get much further then the one that Natalie had taken out. The ten grenade rounds slammed into the truck, kicked it into the air, and sending it's riders flying, the truck itself went into a roll, twice flipping before one of the grenades he fired caught the gas tank and caused the technical to blossom into a ball of flames. He could only grin, as he moved on.