Nawlin jammed his rifle in the crook of a tree and sighted in at the chaos of the outpost. [i]what could damage blades group the most?[/i] me mused while his crosshairs alighted on a APC. mike's finger twitched three times, and Prower's rifle discharged three shots, the simulation rounds racing accross the screen to cause the APC to trundle into silence. before the vehicle stopped mike was already in motion. the gear skidded into its next hide, rifle braced against a mound, and its sights locating a troop carrier full of RPG welding soldiers. mike called to the assault team as he went to work. another trio of shots bound for the carrier as prowler dashed for the next nest, smirking as he watched the now "dead" troops throw their RPGs on the ground and gesture rudely, unsure of his location. that was when he noticed a cloud of dust and hear the tell tale *whumps* of a large bore mortar. such a thing would decimate the roughriders if they hit anywhere close to them. mike immediately focused on this new threat and settled into a pre-emptive lean to manage the recoil. he muttered to the recon team as he fired a salvo into the dust cloud. any other time it would have been stupid to waste ammo on a concealed target, but when the target has you outgunned, you take what you can get. After emptying the last six rounds from his mag, mike dropped it, and slammed in a fresh 20 round mag of AP rounds as prowler darted for a new hide.