[center]Eira, [i]Mercy[/i]. South-East block.
Mech pilot: Medium armour, 2x.50cal, jets & supportsys.[/center]
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She could hear the tank approaching, its treads grinding across the road. And she could [i]feel[/i] the reverbrations of something else.

Her heart beat madly, and she could feel it pumping her ears, beating against her chest. Her hearing faded, her eyesight fizzled. [i]Oh my [\i]God[i],[/i] she thought as true danger approached for the first time in her life. Tension was rising in her, her limbs were growing weak. She knew she'd lose control, she knew she'd fail. [i]I'm going to die.[/i]

Then the tank passed, and behind it, the beast.

Suddenly, she felt calm. Her vision refocused, her ears cleared, her heart steadied. She had been trained for this, trained so that when the time for action came, she would be ready.

And it was damned well time for her to do something.

Retreating a couple meters from Roman, she pushed her feet into twin pedals, activating the jump jets. Bursts of concentrated combustion propelled her off the ground, and she barely made sense of her companion's words as [i]Mercy[/i] tore up through the air.

The walls of the alley blew past her as she focused her gaze on the sky. The opening was fast approaching, and she felt the weight of her speed bear down on her before she was through, weakening the magnitude of the jets to land upon the roof of the adjacent building. [i]Mercy[/i] heaved itself onto the edge of the roof, and Eira pulled both of her mini-guns up to aim at the beast's legs.

The building was a couple storeys tall, placing her above the beast but still close enough to allow her to shoot at it reliably. She figured—or at least she hoped—that the beast would be unable to reach her here, and at the same time, she hoped she would be the one to draw its attention. Unlike her allies, she carried a modicum of protection, as well as a reasonably defensible position.

[i]And if things ever get too hot—[/i]she braced herself, fingers on the triggers[i]—I can always just pop out the same way I came in.[/i]

With a click, she readied for alternating fire, switching between her guns in order to maintain a constant barrage whilst avoiding overheating. But so concentrated was she upon the enemy, that she failed to acknowledge the groan of the surface upon which she'd landed.