Graff's Marauder was in mid-stride when the mechs appeared behind them.  Bringing his foot down he plowed his other foot through the snow as his mech did at 180, for the first time in about 75 years his Marauder moved with almost a resemblance of grace.  The new wiring allowed for his neurohelmet to more accurately transmit his sense of balance and movement throughout the mech.  It was a strange feeling actually, once the semi-circle of snow was plowed he brought down his targeting reticles onto the closest.  Announcing their presence was probably the stupidest maneuver one could do if they planned on attacking, there was no way these four medium mechs could hope to withstand the pounding they would take from the King Crab alone let alone Erich's Awesome and to a lesser extent his Marauder and Miyoko's new Raven.<br/><br/>Not wanting to jump the gun Graff held fire but kept his shots lined up, in this cold Graff was more than prepared to let loose all of his weapons on one of these mechs without having to worry about heat build up too much.  Heck he didn't have to worry about his AC/5 jamming anymore either, and that was worth it's weight in a firefight.