<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ef/Damian_Harper.jpg)</div><strong>Damian Harper (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207352.msg10168756#msg10168756)</strong><br/><strong>On the battlefield in Charybdis.</strong><br/><strong>Tagged: Angeline, Kari</strong><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Santa Prisca Desert, Librios<br/>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br/>Draconis Combine<br/>1 January 3145</strong><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Having reached the higher vantage point with Seraph, Damian kept a close eye on the proceedings down below. He kept his weapon systems poised and ready to go. While the order to hold fire was given, he started to get the feeling the Combine troops were going to prove to be as overly zealous as they always were, and continue a hopeless fight, regardless of the losses. In his callousness, he couldn't care less. If they were willing to throw their lives away fighting a lost cause, let them, for their presence was dimming the Inner Sphere with every day they drew breath.<br/><strong>"Seraph. At the ready,"</strong> he stated over a private tightbeam to Angeline, making sure she knew he believed they would open fire soon. He had seen what the arena angel's 'Mech could do. From their current vantage point, that missile barrage was going to utterly demolish those poorly armored vehicles that were charging the frontline. If they were able to loosen even a single shot before being pummeled by explosives, he would be genuinely surprised.<br/><br/>And then, all hell broke loose once again. Allia ordered the Strike Lance to open fire, and Damian followed suit. <strong>"Take the center,"</strong> he ordered before bringing his remaining Mech Mortar to bear, raining down devastating shells onto the flanks to box the enemy in and funnel them in a neat little firing line towards the Strike Lance. They would have a field day picking them off while they had nowhere left to run.<br/>When the order from Kari came, the answer was as short and simple as ever. <strong>"Aff."</strong><br/>The turrets were the only real threat left, and one of them soon had a full barrage of LRM-20s pelting it and reducing the poorly maintained defensive gun into little more than scrap metal.<br/><br/>The day was won, the enemy just didn't realize it yet.</div>