Nawlin's glance twitched over to Vanessa and her Gear, noticeing the dust trail. "well, looks like I've been found." he muttered. keying COM to the group as Prowler turned to bring his rifle to bear. <look like they found me, good news is its one of the modern gears> he said, sighting center mass. <engageing.> The rifle roared its challenge as mike slowly snapped shots at the charging enemy, after a few rounds mike stepped back into the brush. "second thought, you come to me" he muttered, the mobile armor shifting till it roughly matched its surroundings. 

a few moments later mike had drawn his knife and pistol, and was readying himself for the confrontation when his computer began to wail urgently. "the hell?...oh god." mike flailed for COMs, Prowler sprinting from the flora <SCATTER!, Dump chaff, flares, vent coolent!> mike yelled to the group as the simulated explosion cut his systems temporarily, causing him to stumble for a moment before regaining his stride and visuals. "still moving, still alive" mike muttered prowler recovered.