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Roll for initiative!

But seriously, combat is a lot like typical romance-RP stuff, you do stuff and give the other person an oprotunity to react, otherwise it looks like you're just swarming your partner and don't want them to do anything edgewise, at which point you're pretty much fighting manniquens.

Adding maybe intent of those actions in case things start getting confusing can also help. Adding pre-arranged responses can also speed things along if they do something you predicted they'd do in your previous post (usually to your favor, but sometimes not if you've been batman-gambitted).

Usually, after a bunch of taking arbritrary amounts of pain and damage, and a lot of clever manuvering that forces them to either take damage or look like an unsporting jerk, a winner is usually declared.

Sometimes winning and losing isn't so clear if both players are forced to withdraw, lest the true final boss step-in and kill them.

Listening to comms, the difference between Kawal and Troy were like night and day, with Sparr being the unhappy middle-person in the unwelcome man-sandwich. She probably would invent a way to blame Sparr for something after this. But right now Camille had called contact and was putting the lead out as Kawal kept charging over the dunes like a madman to apparently kill or be killed faster and bullets just weren't fast enough for his liking.

"Battle-comms affirmed, and somebody watch that six o'clock flank. If these were line-units making a push, there should be alot more of 'em." Katya was speaking from experiance, normal militaries such as the Cronies strongly stressed combined-arms warfare, supporting-fires and whatnot on a frontal assault. She also knew all too well how easy it was for less disciplined or inexperianced troopers to watch the fireworks of a fienting manuver only to put their back to the main-thrust. Thankfully, the folks over at station 22-Bravo were watching the situation unfold from the relative safety of their security-posts.

Of course, in all the excitement, nobody bothered to mention the enemy had changed their bearing to skirt around the Gladiator... and right into Katya's line of advance. They seemed a bit too preoccupied trading shells to notice that just the next dune over was a featherwieght-Frame as they bumped into each other.

"Oh, you have got to be kidding me!" she remarked to nobody at all as her APS immediately sounded-off that it would not function properly at these ranges, she punched the APS anyways to pop smoke and frag from the AGS-6 and do what it could to keep her alive as Ontos raised a fistful of 23mm autocannon shells roughly at the nearest and most surprised racer, since she'd just blinded herself as much as she'd blinded her opponents. They were just meant to saturate everyone else's more advanced APS and ERA countermeasures, sometimes an HE shell would make a flash in what should've been air in the smoke, revealing her target; her true punch was coming in the form of an 105mm APHE shell fired at muzzle-touching-target distances, the combined backblast, muzzle-flash, and resaulting detonation of the warhead and mech lit up the sky like a gigantic thunderclap. First blood.

With that done, she buzzed out of there lucky to be alive, hoping she didn't just frag Kawal on accident. "One probable down. Moving. Letting Kawal confirm."

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