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You're movements are sluggish as the power suppliers to your arms and legs lose their efficiency. The enemy, a Pixy with a broken V-Fin, most probably the one that you saw crash into the debris earlier, is continuing to press the attack with lethally accurate gunfire. You wish you could have retained your GM shield, it probably would have come in handy. Unlike head vulcans these guns are of a heavier caliber, probably 70mm or so, and they pack more of a wallop. If you're suit's performance get's any worse, they're going to turn you into swiss cheese.
"I could do with some support here guys!" you call over the radio, wondering if anyone could hear. He blows out the verniers in your left shoulder, and your defensive maneouvibility drops by a quarter. You're in real trouble now, you'll have to go for your heat rods and hope you get lucky, you don't have enough time to go for your grenades.
Then, a Gyan slams shield first into the enemy, blindsiding him. The opponent manages to roll with the worst of the damage, although the subsequent storm of Needle missiles do find their target in places. Calvin's Gyan follows up with a close range thrust from his beam saber. The enemy rotates his body to the side, closely dodging the strike and vertically rakes the Gyan from crotch to head with one of his head vulcans. You hear Calvin scream as his suit tumbles away. If the opponent had continued the salvo, then Calvin surely would have died, but somehow, out of nowhere the giant form of Hovis's Val Valo rises up from the earthside and rams into the enemy. You hear Hovis roar over the radio. |