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Bruce found himself as he moved into the fog the initial battle rush settling as his own Australian instincts began to take over. Something about this wasn't right. He moved in the direction the Sergeant indicated as he expanded his situational awareness beyond his primal need to find something to burn. Despite his music Bruce was now working to attune himself to the accompaniment of the battlefields music. The sound of burning bodys, screeching of metal on metal. 

"Donnie, what sort of bunyips we up against? We talking yobbos in leather chaps with AKs, dick'eads who've played hide the sausage with their family too often, radios with extra bits." Bruce radioed the sergeant asking whether they were dealing with raiders, rednecks or mutants. 

"Mutants... I think." He replies. "If they are, ain't nothin' like I've ever seen." Donnie answered. 

"You get a good squizz? Care ta try and describe em?" Bruce returned over the comms. 

"... None of them are the same..." Donnie replied.

"Are they mostly squishy, crunchy? They got any serious anti-armour?" Bruce asked if this was the best intel that this guy could provide then no wonder the Convoy was up shit creek without a paddle.

"Well. The only thing I know is this. A good shot from the tank cannon put them down, for a while... Some of them get back up though, and some of them are tough, some can pierce your armour--we couldn't tell in the chaos." Donnie replies, his voice shaking as his tank slowly advances for the fog again, to support Nathaniel and Chris.

Bruce shook his head unseen in the Ignis Dei and did a triple check over his flamers before advancing further into the fog in the direction indicated by Donnie. This was shaping up to be a perfect Snafu. Switching over to the squad channel Bruce opened the comm again. "Ok you bastards, this dropkick in the tinny hasn't been a lot of help, but looks like we'll be facing radios," Bruce coughed remembering that his team-mates wouldn't know the aussie slang, "radioactives, mutants. He reckons that there is plenty of types, so we're looking at a hot zone, though he did mention some of em getting up from tank shells, so we're probably looking at a mix of squishies and crunchies. But the Ignis Dei will be on task to burn them out. Natho, Chrisso, be a little more cautious gents. One potential friendly doesn't undo all the definite unfriendlies. Churchie, you got my back?" Bruce asked Daniel.