Century 1
Midori's inspired usage of explosive prompted many of the hidden devices to detonate, a sudden boom as a handful detonated in the space of a few seconds. The shockwave was quite something, throwing a couple of soldiers to the floor - unharmed - yet the tremor could be felt in the very ground underfoot.
Midori's orders carried across her local comms, her team generally pulling from the east towards the west. However, several of the other platoons in the century kept pushing up to take the vunerable position, the slight hill and treeline obscuring whatever lay behind.
The Samurai's shots struck home as the movements of the Rixxikor were easy to follow, simply following in single file. The shots caused the rear couple to hit the deck and return fire. It seemed around 20 were on there way up the hill. Platoon 1 to the left of their platoon seemed to be focusing on getting higher to cut off the retreating soldiers, shots darting towards them as they failed to focus on returning fire.
As Kade was pelted by flying debris, the rumbling seemed to die down, though whatever it was must have been very close. Further towards the platoons on the right than other members of his platoon, it's possible he would see the head of a Graxlat breaking the treeline - known to be natural engineers. They seemed to be watching and waiting for something as the platoons approached.
Miles, keeping towards the rearguard would have seen bodies of those hit with mines fly through the air, spinning like balet dancers as they crunched into the snowy ground. There was no shortage of people to treat but it was his choice about who or when to do his job. It looked like two other medics were flitting over the twisted corpses and crying, broken soldiers. As he moved, he began to notice the snow sounded different in places, feeling almost as it flexed underfoot.
Century 2
It looked like Akira was indisposed in leading the charge towards the bloody brawl ahead, looking more like a medieval melee than a professional engagement from this distance. As Shasse spoke, a resounding BOOM of Akane's fire striking home against one of the HMG emplacements only a hundred meters or less away would ripple through her.
It was chaos at the front, gobs of charged energy flying pass the little Neko where she stood. 33As sprinting past her and getting mowed down until out of nowhere a Joto Hei halted within the Shasse's vision. Looking over their shoulder, the Daisy-clad Medic shot the blue Neko a sympathetic look. "Stand still and you're easier to hit, let's catch up!"
Konoka reached down to grab Shasse's hand and help her to take those first few steps.
Aoi would notice that unlike what would be expected, the other gun teams were more focused on the Infantry that began to overrun their positions than the fighter high above. It seemed, knowing they would die, the chittering Rixxikor were intent on spraying as many bullets as they could down the coast. Trying to keep Century 2 pinned in this small landing point.
It was at this point that a screaming, screeching sound of engines working incredibly hard would come over the wind. Aoi and Akane's screens blinking with a wing of at least 5 fighters speeding from the west towards the airspace of Century 3. It seemed that only one Mamushi was in that area, they had only seconds to try and assist if they wanted. That being said, amongst the brawl that was occuring it seemed that some, incredibly tall Daisys were beginning to take dominance. Flails and swords of an unknown material could be seen severing limbs from the Daisy IIs, though there was little else to distinguish them from friendlies as they began to carve up SA forces.
Century 3
Moesashi's directions were accurate and while several members of the platoon to their left were already pushing their left-flank enemy, it seems that their soldiers beginning to push forwards now following the lead of Moesashi's men as they drifted further towards the West. After a moment, the Rixxikor lying up against the rocks ahead began to swing their weapons towards the East, now pumping twice the fire as before into Platoon 4, Moesashi's platoon turning away to follow the hill leaving them with easier targets to fire at.
Miko's arcing grenades sounded against the closest enemies, fountaining snow and sleet high into the air, obscuring both sides with a sheet of blanket, glistening white. In these few seconds, a whistle sounded loud against the sounds of firearms. Out of nowhere,
a glistening, legged vehicle of some sorts began to jet down the hill far above. Smashing directly into three members of Platoon 1 and sending them flying down the hill. A loud, high-pitched whining sound accompanied it, along with smoke grenades suddenly being flung against the snow, cloaking the thing in a deep blackness which swept across the entire first platoon.
Their Kagai was breaking back off, though Armin and Arcturus' radar screens suddenly bleeped with an incoming squadron of seven unidentified craft. They would be on the Kagai in thirty seconds or so, the speeds they were travelling seeming to be short bursts and long slows. Heavily modified, whatever they were. Most worryingly, the two remaining emplaced weapons below were still aimed skywards, their battlefield heavily obscured, firing up at the vessels as they moved further away.
