BY: Deathstrike
The battle raged without order now, as mechs swarmed all around the Battlemaster. He could make out a Kurita officer somewhere behind the lines screaming orders to his attacking mechs, but they meant nothing in this sea of mechs, missles and lasers. As Edwards applied the coup de grace to a mangled Spider, he allowed himself the luxury of a quick look around him. It was far worse than he'd expected. Less than 20 meters to his left, he saw one of his Phoenix Hawks go down and explode as an enormous volley of fire struck it. One of the attackers, a Wasp, glided up to the burning carcass only to be blown to pieces by a vengeful Catapult and its twin LRM-15's. The Catapult fired once more at a target Edwards couldn't see, then it too was overwhelmed with fire as auto-cannon rounds ripped straight through the 2 legged mech. In another second, he was sure, the Kurita mech that had done it would be dead as well, but he had no time to contemplate it further. Yet another damn Locust was suddenly upon him, and he felt the impact of its medium laser on one of his legs. He responded with a PPC and a medium laser, both of which stuck the Kurita bastard in the left leg. The scout listed as he sought balance from a leg that was no longer there, and then toppled in what seemed like slow motion. He took a second to let the PPC recharge, and then let the maimed mech have it again. In the head.
The impact surely killed the pilot, and the mech lay still. He turned to face another scout but there wasn't one there. Where the hell had they gone? Did we stop them? He was answered with a shot in the back; they had broken through. He spun the Battlemaster around and leapt into the fray. Only broken fragments of the Kurita spearhead had made it, but that's all that was needed. As Edwards pounced on his 8th kill, one of the Warhammers just ahead of him blossomed in fire as no less than 10 beam weapons slammed into his back. Edwards began to turn around again, and saw another 5 lances of medium and heavy mechs lumbering toward him. He was halfway around when he saw the the tiny points of a god-awful number of missiles homing toward him. They covered the remaining distance in 2 seconds, during which time he could do absolutely nothing. Except brace himself. Judging by the impact and the amount of damage he received, it was at least 3 LRM-20 packs. His right torso took some heavy hits, as well as his arms. He fired back into the mass of oncoming mechs as fear took over. It was hopeless. They had lost.
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