Viki felt adrenaline rushing as she pushed through line of the enemy Ashigaru's. She hated to leave Kelly and others, but she was sure Lucien will be enough to deal with them. Those two tanks sniping from afar were trouble, they already made Yoshiko hole up. In sniping those tanks had advantage. Only good way to deal with them was getting close. Up close, those tanks were defense-less against mecha. At least Viki hoped so.

As Viki moved forward she left forest and got at the edge of the town, where tanks were. She checked building on the side, studying them. Would they be enough to hold her weight? Most likely not. Charging forward would be just dumb. Those tanks seemed to have big cannons.

In the end Viki targeted each tank and sent particle cloud missiles to mess with their targeting. She aimed at the land just in front of them, so the missiles would not be acquired by any anti-missiles systems tanks had. She herself took to the sky, jumping to the side street, moving forward to the flank the tanks. She was ready for other enemies in that street too though.

And just as missiles came from one side, Feathers came from the other. Mark had waited, the Feathers had drifted away. Now, they came back, joining with Viki's attack except from the opposite side. The pointy puppets sliced through the air and shook out a barrage of lasers over the tanks.

Inside the Kirin, Mark was putting on his war face. He watched the sensors and viewscreens with sweat pouring down his face.

The chainstraight whirred to life as Taela brought it up and about - metal smashed into metal as the sharp, jagged teeth bit into armor plate and sliced through the hull. Sparks fell over her Garuda in a fiery hot rain before it continued clean on through, the left leg toppling aside as hydraulics burst, the fluid quickly catching on fire and splattering across the two like flaming red blood. The HIGA Ashigaru quickly lost balance and fell off of the Neko thanks to this, it's thrusters coming to life to slow down it's fall.

"Shit, you got this Taela! You got this!" Kelly yelled over his own struggle. The man quickly gave up on his 75mm gun and proceeded to pound the crap out of the Ashigaru on the ground he was fighting, alternating between bare metal mecha knuckles and spiked wrist blade, puncturing the hull or caving it in with powerful, rapid punches. Meanwhile, the Ashigaru swarmed by the Impulses struggled to cast them off, but for each knocked off or evading a deathly grasp, two easily hopped back on, their rifles rapidly tearing into weaker joints and weapon systems.

With Victoria's move, the tanks' guns let up on Yoshiko's deteriorating cover and shifted to the Abwehran woman, trying to pick her off like snipers shooting at a runner. A pair of solid metal arrows slammed into her, one bouncing off shields, weakening them while the other shattered across Victoria's hull, the blow severely blunted by what remained of her protective systems and stunning her frame, slowing her down - despite this, her momentum carried her into the side street.

Beams of light showered down from above again as the tanks continued to go back in full reverse - their top mounted autocannons hammered away at the vulturous drones before letting loose missiles. The gunners of the main weapons turned the turrets about to bring them to bear on the new threats, taking their aim off of the stunned Asura. "Thanks Mark!" Yoshiko cheered at the man's help. "Victoria! Together!" she squeed in anticipation, her own frame bursting from cover at the enemy tanks.

Taela's rage was not one to quickly subside, and she continued to retaliate, pushing the Ashigaru to the ground, straddling it, and stabbing as hard as she could with the Chain Straight, holding the melee weapon like a ritual dagger.

Inside the cockpit was another story. She was a nervous wreck fueled by adrenaline created by fear and rage, shrieking, "WHY DON'T YOU JUST DIE ALREADY?!" among other things.

There was a slight problem with having a spear stuck in your shoulder - namely, that the impaling weapon severely reduced your mobility with that limb. It just so happened that the limb the Ashigaru poked was the one that was holding his sword. Lucien know that if he moved, the spear would do even more damage. However, the spear wielding Ashigaru was also immobilised as it tried to gain purchase on steady footing to drive the point home.

Instead, Lucien's other hand had his smaller Gauss Cannon - while it wasn't much chop at longer distances or spread between many targets as seen before, up close it was a very different story. The scotsman started with its chest, and let the recoil even out once it reached the head, and emptied the magazine.

With the hopes that the hand wielding the spear had loosened its grip, the Scotsman continued, and bellowed over loudspeaker to the three Ashigaru, "Line up! I'm giving out free tickets ta HELL!" With that in mind, he continued on the offensive and tried to end the fight with the two other Ashigaru, using upward strikes and feints to deflect their spears to the side and come in cutting for the neck.

"Jawohl Yoshiko!" Viki responded to ex-neko and started moving forward as fast as she could, she could not stay in side street for long. First she now had no idea where exactly tanks are since, they started reversing to keep the distance and second they now focused all their fire on Yoshiko, who had her mecha already banged up. Viki seemed like coward like this.

THis is why she hit holstered her weaponry and took to the sky, hovered over the nearest building and landed in the main street again. She was laughing as she felt the rush of battle. Adrenaline. She loved it and she loved these moments. Be it rock climbing without rope, fencing or live and death battle, she loved it all.

Viki started moving forward in sort of zig-zag motions, making it harder for tanks to accurately shoot her. As soon as she got little close, she took to the sky again, sure that tank could not elevate its gun far anough. It's secondary weapon could be worse, but Viki did not care right now. Reckless or not, fight just had to be fun. Viki was attempting to land on the tank, gripping the cannon and ripping the whole turret off. That sounded like lots of fun.

"Let's finish the job!" Mark shouted, throwing all of the feathers forward. Laser-hell rained down on the remaining tanks, slipping between the cracks of his allies' advance. The moves got even more risky for the feathers, which sailed in at high speed and waited until the last possible second to pull up.

"Who's next?" Mark asked, barely reacting visibly to the firey flashes before him.

The enemy Ashigaru flailed about helplessly as Taela plunged her frame's chainstraight into it again and again, the ground quaking under the impacts. Hydraulic fluid rapidly gushed out as servomotors shorted out, turning it into a flaming fountain of red, oily slick blood. It's struggling suddenly died out as she hit something vital, and all of it's limbs went slack.

Meanwhile, Kelly quickly severed the cockpit from the rest of the suit with a good stab and slash of the wristblade before quickly surveying the scene. Dashing to his dropped weapon, he aimed it at the Ashigaru the Impulses were trying to drag down, "Off him, now!" he called - a burst of 75mm fire smashed through the weakened knee joint and sent it toppling down into the earth below, a faint tremor vibrating the dark Skinned Nepleslian's seat as the hull of his frame felt the tremor. The Impulses quickly moving to finish the job like Wolves tearing apart a Moose. "Taela, good work there!" he called out to her. "But there's more to go! Up at them, fast!"

At the same time, the Ashigaru pushed harder with it's spear, tearing through the armor and damaging the shoulder servos even as the 50mm machine pistol recoiled up its chest and into its face, shattering it's visor and riddling it with holes. With visuals filled with static, the pilot drew back instinctively, allowing Lucien to finish it off with even more autocannon rounds to the chest. As it pitched over, a second fell to Meena and Shinji's combined firepower, leaving the man with just one more to go!

Dashing in and out between the buildings, Yoshiko and Victoria quickly got closer and closer - their attention divided between the two frames and the feathers' fire. One tank opened fire with a high explosive round even as it's autocannons hammered away; the shell exploded mid air like a flak blast, buffeting one of the feathers and sending it careening into a building. Before they knew it, the two were practically set upon by the Origin Frames. "Gotcha!" Yoshiko called out victoriously.

Mark and Yoshiko watched in horror as their view of the world toppled straight for the ground, the cannon of the frame sending a sabot through the ankle of their frame.

"Verdamnt!" Viki shouted as she noticed Yoshiko's frame going down. She hit on booster and moved to that air. She flew the last twenty meter of distance, landing right on the tank at the font. She winged her hand and crushed the gun-turret on top of Havoc tanks. Her frame's fingers then wrapped around the cannon. She pulled at full strength of her mecha and painful squealing of ripped metal could be heard.

Another pull and yank and it was visible that the turret was giving in, being torn from the tank itself. By this time VIki stopped yanking the turret and just started pulling it away, essentially ripping it off. Viki moved the turret away, having it cradled under her right arm, her left arm extending and firing a burst from her forearm auto cannon into the open tank.

She then grabbed the torn turret by its cannon, making a giants hammer out of it and jumped into the air away. While she flew, her new hammer was raised above her head. Blitzkrieg was moving towards the Havoc, ready to smash the puny tank upon landing.

Taela sheathed her Chain Straight and picked up the rifle in one fluid motion, hardly thinking about the action. Her adrenaline-fueled fury had given way to a natural state of combat focus, and this was turned into HE rounds impaling themselves on the opposition. Not to be forgotten, the shoulder cannons unloaded upon her targets in a salvo of coordinated destruction.

Cat be trippin'.