[center][h3]CMDR SAGAN "VULTURE" KODOS[/h3][/center]

[b]"Hell, I hate it when they've got half a brain."[/b] Sagan grumbled under his breath as he pulled back on the controls and flicked a switch to shift the Watchdog's shield onto its arm mount while hitting the boosters and ascending. His Frankenmech deployed its shield to block the incoming salvo of autocannon rounds while evading from side to side all the while, minimizing any profile for the enemy Fenrirs to draw a bead on. 

Fortunately, all the mad boosting meant the sword-bearer was evaded in short order, and Sagan started to engage the multi-lock again while surveying the field. Incoming fire toasted a Skollr with Rhino mopping the rest up, Rabbit and Hex still hadn't killed each other yet, and-

[code]<<Alert. Coalition MAS entering battlespace. Designation: Fafnir. Uploading unit specifications now.>>[/code] He bit back a curse as he briely looked over the specs. Obvious weak points, but Christ, he wouldn't mind flying one of those. 

[b]<< Livin' the dream, Rhino! >>[/b] Sagan queued comms in response to his wingman's inquiry, finally having managed to manuever the melee Fenrir into shooting range of the gunner and causing a friendly fire incident. [b]<< Get your ass over to Commie and Rook and help 'em out with that big lug! I got these cocky little pricks. >>[/b]

Just then, the signal that he'd gotten tone blared across his cockpit, and Sagan punctuated the last of his communications with a holler.

[b]<< Vulture, Fox 3! >>[/b] A trio of SPAMRAAMs shot out of the Watchdog's shoulder compartments, launching vertically before homing in on each of their individual targets. Distracted by the friendly fire incident and the Espada's better-than-average tracking, the three Fenrirs left were cored in short order, their reactors going critical from missile impact. With that, the Watchdog turned to face the remaining Fenrirs in the current area of engagement, opening fire with the HPK once more.