<div class="floatright">(http://rs5.pbsrc.com/albums/y156/jillvader/Mobile%20Uploads/mw-receivingendpc_zpse7fd107f.jpg~320x480)</div>“Thanks for that, Liz!” Cass called out as she continued moving, the<em>Dragon Fire</em>hopping around as best it could as she sought cover on the outskirts of the city. Her armour was a ragged mess now, the ammo well past what she’d wanted to keep for the ‘real’ fight. The only upside was heat; Copperhead ran cool most of the time, and the only way she’d heat up was if she was constantly alphaing, and that would need her to get close enough to the enemy to bring the pulse lasers to bear. Not a part of her plan.<br/><br/>Of course, engine damage could also fix that.<em>Things to keep in mind</em>, she told herself.<br/><br/>The shifting situation was rapidly making a victory untenable, but also making it clear that they were never meant to ‘win’ to begin with. That didn’t mean that she couldn’t take a few with her and score as many victory points as possible. More rounds peppered a fresh Condor, slicing through its flank armour only to have the Gauss track high, the silvery bolt fly off into the distance. “Damn it!” Cass called out as she tried to turn to track it, keeping her sights on the craft as the cannons releoaded and recharged. “Come on...”<br/><br/>Alarms went off, the pod rocking as a brace of missiles and cannon fire ripped into the Dragon Fire’s side. Red lights came on across the board as the LB-X cannon and the arm it was contained in vanished, torn apart by a pack of Condors and Harassers. “Ah poop.”<br/>