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Private Regan Durandal

"What? Shit!" They were moving out from under the machine gun fire. A wise decision, but she couldn't say she was excited about running out under the hail of bullets. Regan heard the pop of the smoke grenade and, once Sergeant Harald had given the word to follow, Regan jumped up and shot off the next round she had ready, aimed for that same machine gun. She could remember where it was, kind of, so hopefully that would be enough to hit it, past the smoke. No time to think about it or watch it sail, she had to move before she got shot. She was already still for too long.

She scrambles to the building, finding cover as she goes or trying to. By the time she reached the building, a tank shot had just shot a hole in the side of it. The private, who had leaned herself up against the doorframe to catch her breath for just a moment before she'd bolt up the stairs, gave a groan and rolled to her feet. No sooner than she had planned, but now she had to deal with a tank.

Private Durandal found a viewpoint on the Imperial Tank, through a window on the first floor. She had to get an angle on the radiator, or her SH-01 wouldn't stand a chance. She makes a run through the house, along the perimeter wall before stopping at a window. She gathered her strength for her next amazing trick and dove out. She rolled her landing and got to her feet, facing the direction she needed to run. The young woman dashed behind the tank and kicked her feet out in front of her to slide, using her shoulder armor to defend herself from the rear. She used her motion to position her lance for firing, using her body as a prop. With one arm down to steady herself and the other positioning her lance, she brought her other hand in to steady it. She lay on her side and fired from her hip. It was hard to miss with an explosive at her range.

The martial artist soldier rolled to a low crouched stance, lance in one hand, and sprinted from stance, hefting her lance in front of herself to be held with both hands. She wasn't out of the woods yet, she had to get back to cover! She dashed back and dove through another window in the building she came from, rolling to her back and laying there to catch her breath. She sat up and took a scan of the room. She should find some friendlies to hang out with before she relaxes so much. Where's Sarge? Upstairs? She rose to her feet to continue on.
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