FOG OF WAR
The six legged monster of a tank had rocked back from the recoil and now stood straight again, a heavy metallic thud as the spent shell casing was discarded. The clunking of another round being loaded made it clear the cannon would be ready once again shortly. The turret didn't wait however as it's barrel swung towards the next tank.
Talos was having none of this as his hypershift chaingun spun up and began to stream rounds across the abomination's shields. They flashed and pulsed as the rounds struck, the tank ignoring them as inconsequential. If those shields were down, the Major's rockets could possibly knock the SOB out of commission.
"To all armor units, focus fire on that armor, I want that fucker dead! The Hydras aren't going to last long against it like this.", He barked, angered at the lack of intel of there being such a weapon in their enemy's arsenal.
Sasha's rounds would find a few marks, causing a few feminine cries of pain as the rounds felled targets. At first this confused the Crimson forces as they thought it to be the panicked fire of one of their own. Orders were barked out to correct it, giving away a few of those in the ranks of officers. It may have been an unintentional side effect, but it was one that would give the joint force of S6 and Dovania, a upper hand.
JOINT FORCE FRONTLINE
The shouts of surprise cut short by the blast of the grenade was followed by the bits of mud it kicked up, raining back down on Thad. His rounds strafed through the fog, continuing to find a lucky hit here and there. His declaration would go ignored as the tank's cannon fired yet again, taking yet another friendly armor. With the way how the jungle congested the large vehicles' advances, and how they were spread across the frontline, only one Hydra remained with a line of sight on the behemoth.
["FIRING!"], could be heard called over the radio as the Hydra fired it's 50mm main railgun. The round caused a cascading disturbance in the air, the round shunting the very air itself as it flew over Thad's prone form. The sudden wind blowing over him, as the shell hit dead center of the enemy armor. It's shield pulsed weakly as the smoke cleared before bursting from the fire of the hypershift rounds, the rounds soon sparking off the chassis with rapid metallic clangs. This is when it decided that Talos had become a threat, a large bore nose turret turning towards.
Jacky would find a trooper, who had the great misfortune to be near the tank when it was turned into a over sized shrapnel bomb. His armor was scorched, scarred, and gouged. The composite plating across the chest, and the layered armor shell that was the visor of his helmet, cracked in both cases to almost the point of shattering. His right leg was nothing more then a ragged charred hunk from the knee down. Even under the all but destroyed helmet, the muffled whimpers and cries of the man could be heard as she drug him to relative safety. The enemy still took this as an opportunity to try and send a few potshots Jacky's way, given her encumbered state.
Elisys would not find Mark anywhere near the tank, a task proved quite difficult as the enemy fired on the woman. The still burning wreck, highlighting the immediate area.
THE SHADOWS
As more and more soldiers fell to Ven, the Crimson personnel who had now thought of it as an advantage and a shield, was now a source of fear. It had just been proven that it would possibly the greatest mistake they had ever made. After all, they had plunged into the foggy veil thinking it would make them untouchable, but it had only invited the boogeyman to come and play. This was seen in their faces as they began to huddle together in unmoving groups, firing panicked at even the rustle of leaves.
Blade would also find ample advantage of using the fog's properties to advance unseen. However, that didn't mean such a perk didn't have drawbacks. He must have known he was nearing the position of one of the remaining ordinance teams. How close was made just how apparent as the team fired their RPG, the rocket colliding against the Hydra that had pegged their monster tank. The blow back had created a clearing in the fog just as before, revealing the fact Blade was merely five feet from the team of three, and he was also revealed to them likewise. All three women paused and looked at the cat man as if surprised, and perplexed at how he got this far. But this was only briefly as they scrambled for their small arms.
With the enemy hunkered down in hastily made embankments in front of the tank, forming a frontline, even as their forces advanced towards that of the joint force's. Valentina's trip past this line had taken a bit of a curved path, but would find no opposition with the enemy's attention ahead.
BEHIND THE ALLIED FRONTLINE
There was a ringing in his ears and a pounding in his head as the world became clear again. He opened his eyes to find himself looking up at the sky, one leg laid over the top of a log he laid next to. At first he thought he was back at the airfield three months ago when he had been shot through the chest. But the pain he was now aware of, was not in his chest, albeit that was sore. His thigh had a sharp and great pain felt in it, as turning his head revealed a large fragment of metal jutting from it. There were other bits in his side, but they were all far smaller compared to this one. Three inches of rent metal protruded from the flesh, another inch and a half buried in it.
Gritting his teeth with a stifled cry of pain, he gripped it with a suited hand, and with the mental count of three yanked. A shout of agony left his throat as it came free with a wet tearing sound. Mark whined as his shaking hand dropped the bloody shard of metal, before compressing his hand to the now flowing wound, the sealant now able to enter the puncture. He lost a bit of blood, but the bleeding stopped as he sealant did it's job. With some effort, and a lingering searing pain, he rolled onto his knees.
As his eyes swept the field, he saw the carnage before him, including the newest Hydra wreck. They needed to kill that tank and fast, otherwise they were not going to last long. Troopers and Dovanian soldiers were already hustling it past him to catch up to those at the frontline.
Carbines and LMGs chattered as they joined the line one by one, meeting the enemy's advance with increasing resistance. Black power armor and caped combat armor side by side, as they both refused to falter, or give ground. Casualties were stacking up for either side, the joint force losing more in armor then men, while Crimson was the opposite. It truly was proving to be a neck and neck battle, and it would require the spirit and wit of those on the field today.
Aztec would see all this and more, a scene of utter chaos below. In a way it would seem familiar to the battle he had been awakened to, thrust into the thick of things. This was similar in many ways, but this was on their home turf, and Aztec was in his element this time. Targets were being revealed left and right as the enemies' weapons caused breaks in the fog, including the predicament that Blade had found himself now.