Victor skipped a few steps, hurling himself into the air. As he landed he sheathed his tomahawks, and redrew his shotguns, as the PMC surged in through the breached gates and took up positions inside the courtyard, Victor powered his way forward. He roared loud and strong, the sound of the roar broadcasting through a speaker he had mounted on his back now, like some heavily armored robotic wonder, a Titan of heavy armor. A battle cry or battle horn. Who the hell cares. He had someone to reach. He almost seemed to move like everything else is in slow motion. LMGs seemed to miss him by hairs, those blasts of fire that hit him, skipped off his armor, sparks lighting where they hit the metal of his equipment. A huge 12.7x39mm HMG started to bark from somewhere. Trying to bracket him. Victor grabbed the rocket tube on his right shoulder again, used his HUD to locate it's position, and put another round right down the barrel of the HMG. Ripping it and the operators apart. He kept moving, his RADAR pinging and showing him the direction to go. It had the biometrics of Natalie saved, it could track her through a sandstorm and be off by just less then a meter.

Behind him the PMC got into position, creating a corridor and a strong point, keeping the compounds guard contingent penned in under coordinated fire. SMAWs, underslung grenade launchers and even a few MGLs were employed to provide shock as they kept the guards at bay.

Victor plowed his way forward steadily. Firing casually. His Radar telling him he's getting closer. Soon he looms around the corner of Natalie's cover. He gives a soldier who was trying to move up, a rip from both his shotguns, dropping the expended drum mags and slapping new ones in. He then turned, his eye visor seeming to gleam for the time in the light of an explosion from the PMC mercs doing their job. He chuckles, "My lady called? Your shield is here. Choose a path. I have your front."