[center]Eira, [i]Mercy[/i]. South-East block.
Mech pilot: Medium armour, 2x.50cal, jets & supportsys.[/center]
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The panic she had felt at having [i]Mercy[/i]'s arm torn off only accentuated the relief she felt when the [i]Achilles Heel[/i] came to her rescue. The imminence of death upon her, her previous calm had shattered, but not her resolve in the slightest. [i]I would die for my comrades,[/i] she realised. [i]I would die for my objective.[/i] She couldn't decide whether this realisation gave her relief or fear.

Probably a bit of both.

The beast was still behind her, as dangerous as ever, and she had no way of knowing how long the [i]Achille's Heel[/i] could hold it off of them. They needed to get out, and the cover fire she had been about to call in for had come just in time.

[i]I'm gonna bloody live if I have to.[/i]

Not taking the time to do a full evaluation of the damage caused by the loss of an arm, Eira turned [i]Mercy[/i] around and sprinted after Roman. She could see that he'd found two exits, and was deciding between them. One was in the direction of freedom, the other the fog. And he seemed to have chosen to go into the fog.

Mildly cursing her luck, she activated the life support systems in her mech without breaking stride and followed after him. As the stale air began to fill up her cockpit, she slung a gasmask over her face as an added precaution. She trusted the mech's ability to keep her breathing, but if ever there was a breach, she wouldn't want to be caught unprepared. As she was becoming fully aware, the slightest mistake could get you killed.

[i]Roman said he saw some movement,[/i] she reminded. [i]Let's hope they're friendlies.[/i] She would trust Roman's judgement, but at the same time, she [i]was[/i] hoping to [i]survive[/i] this mission.