[hr][CENTER][h1][u]Elliot Braide //[/u][color=007236][u] ROOK[/u][/color][/h1]
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Shock and awe, the two best words that could come to mind. It was a full time job trying to keep up with the streams of battlefield data coming in and it was clear that no good plan survived an encounter with the seventh. It wasn’t Elliots plan to be left out of the fun this time as his he began formulating a maneuver that’d hopefully make Commie proud. Hex and Rhino had made a chaotic mess out of the Coalies planned frontal assault and Commie was ensuring there’d be no opposing attempts at Hex’s position. Vulture was tying down the flank and ensuring there’d be no surprise visitors from their rear which just left one course of action as far as Elliot was concerned. 

It was time for the Venator to make a full frontal assault of it’s own.

The medium MAS crouched low almost like a runner on the starting line, targeting sensors working in overdrive as potential bogies were marked across Elliot’s targeting array. Thoughts of caution were smashed into a box and crammed in the back as Elliot ignited the thrusters and the MAS bit into the concrete beneath it before rocketing down the street like a pinball released upon the board. Elliot lead the charge with the Venator’s left shoulder forward as the M1125 began chewing up soft targets and the cover they thought was capable of protecting them. Elliot spared nothing as the autocannon’s 30mm canisters released their payload of depleted uranium pellets indiscriminately upon all who fell beneath the Venator’s gaze. As the Venator passed buildings in a blur it reduced infantry and light armor to dust either through the sheer force of the MAS itself as it roared down the street or through the roar of death released by the autocannon which was firing in full auto mode. As he approached a corner Elliot fired the boosters again to force a pivot into his trajectory, within seconds he was baring down fast on the flank of two Fenrir’s seeking safety from the guns of the Secutor. They would find none.

Elliot slammed into the two at near full speed, the maul he’d held ready roaring to life as he swung it wide out from behind in a ferocious batter’s swing that had enough force to separate the top half of the MAS from it’s legs as the maul’s swing carried through the wall of the building they’d sought refuge in. 

The second Fenrir backpedaled in clear shock at the sudden arrival of the Venator but was far too slow. The maul burst free from the other side of the building as Elliot carried through with the swing and sent the Venator into a mild spin to bring the maul in low and fast for a devastating uppercut that caught the retreating Fenrir low and hard, coring it in one solid blow.

From his new vantage point Elliot could make out a number of AT teams and infantry units attempting to reposition as the 7th deconstructed their front line. The Venator shook the remains of its opponents from the maul before deconstructing the weapon and swapping it out for the DEW-11, all the while the jackknife launcher mounted on his shoulder moved into firing position. Elliot marked a multitude of small targets along the coalies' faltering line before letting loose a few payloads of death upon them with the jackknife. The micro-missiles fired off one after the other like a swarm of angry wasps destined to split apart and rain destruction upon the unaware heads of the Coalies who’d desperately attempted to reposition. With a look of satisfaction firm on his face Elliot and the Venator gripped the DEW-11 tight and began making a slow and steady advance perpendicular to Rhino’s location.

[color=007236]“Rook reporting scratch two as well as a multitude of small targets, beginning a sweep and clear as the ants run from the Rhino, appreciate the overwatch from the rest of the squad.”[/color]