"You know what to do Katyusha. Rabid, come with me."<br/><br/>The lumbering Thunderbolt started towards the battle directly, spewing LRMs even before she had visual on the targets. With such a large force on hand the enemy had no chance staying hidden for long and the missiles would rain endlessly from the heavy until it had closed ranged enough to let loose it's rather impressive arsenal. Only a dull warrior held a Bolt back like you did a Catapult. Meanwhile the Griffin and Shadowhawk took off in full speed along the edge of the battlefield, using the icy ridges and snowdrifts as cover, looking for an ideal spot to emerge and targets to take advantage of. This was the kind of hunt that Chzorda and Coyote excelled at. Sure they could punch a hole through a defensive line like no other, but unlike other Jags Chzorda didn't enjoy howling at the moon and pushing through with brute force. This was much more enjoyable.<br/><br/>They had made quite a way as the finally saw their chance to emerge, coming up some 500m behind and right of the rookies, while at the same time Vanya emerged straight through a chunk of ice and snow some 500m right and front of them. Here was were the almost unnatural synchronization of the Clanners came into effect. Combining the combat data all three let loose a simultaneous LRM volley of no less than 30 missiles towards Cass' Dragon Fire, the Thunderbolt adding a super-heated beam of a large laser to that. Vanya rode the tip of the heat scale as the next volley of missiles let loose, a toothy grin spreading across her face. The heat should have dissipated enough for when she arrived at medium range. And then the Dragon Fire would be toast.<br/><br/>Stanislav held back while Coyote screened him, seeing as his only weaponry were the PPC and LRM. The PPC that he now used towards the nicked Marauder. He could already see the trails of Erich's own lightning let loose upon it and he wasn't far behind, using reflexes honed in decades of combat to bring his own to bear and firing an intense bolt of energy towards it before disappearing behind a large chunk of ice. Coyote used his jump-jets meanwhile to gain a lot more ground towards a large snowdrift some mere 250m from the enemies. While in the air he focused his sights on the Orion of the group. That then should be the wolf-cub. He sent an AC/5 slug his way, aiming for the back of the knee joint, before landing just short of the drift, letting loose the rest of his arsenal against the same target before stepping behind the relative safety of cover.