[center]Eira, [i]Mercy[/i]. South-East block.
Mech pilot: Medium armour, 2x.50cal, jets & supportsys.[/center]
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Pressing her fist onto her chest, she closed her eyes and listened to her heart beating. No matter how long she had spent training, nothing could relieve the pressure she now felt on the field.

Already strapped into her cockpit, and having run the diagnostics, Eira booted up [i]Mercy[/i]. The groans of his steel and his gentle vibrations soothed her somewhat, but not nearly enough. She was scared. Thankfully, she had learned not to let her fear affect her concentration; if anything, it gave her [i]more[/i] control over herself.

Taking the controls in her clammy hands and bracing herself, she took control of herself and of the metal warrior she manned.

At a light jog, she made her way towards the alleyway and cautiously joined Roman, guns at the ready in case of hidden enemies.

Clearing her throat, she activated the radio comm. "When the enemy approaches," she said to Roman, "give me some time to draw their attention. That way you can get in close and take out targets better suited to your size."