<div class="floatright">(http://www.sarna.net/wiki/images/4/42/Gauntlet_OmniMech.jpg)</div><strong>Samson O’Haggen</strong><br/><strong>Santa Prisca Desert, Librios</strong><br/><strong>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District</strong><br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Gheistwulf (Allia Rowe)<br/><br/>He should have been paying attention. Like a fool he had pulled his focus off his target while trying to find something that was currently firing at him. Perhaps he had drifted from the protective bubble of the Ghiestwulf or his enemy had known how to compensate for it. Either way he was nearly knocked off his feet by the return blow, his Gauntlet slammed hard all along its left flank.  Thrown against the harness, he issued a deep growl as he fought the controls, instincts and his mind to try and stay balanced, hoping his neurohelmet was up to the task. After a quick stutter step, Samson got himself back into his loping stride. Alarms were blaring and he shot a glance at his systems, noticing several flickering red. His structural read out showed that a good bit of armor had been stripped off his side, several joints blinking with stress. A curse slipped under his breath when he noticed that his Thunderbolt was flashing as well. Would the ammo start cooking off in the tube…<br/><br/>Gritting his teeth, he chose to ignore it, suspect that it was mainly the wiring that had been damaged and not the weapon itself. Growling slightly, he swung his torso, hoping to bring his PPC around to punish whoever had given him such a beating. That’s when he saw the<em>Clint</em>topple, it’s head reduced to slag. While he was pleased to see an enemy fall, he was a bit disappointed that he had not been the one to land the killing blow. Suddenly hungry, he glanced along the battle line to seek something to vent his anger upon. Lucky for him, Allia was there, one step ahead with another target. He didn’t both to respond, bringing his crosshairs inline with the exposed back of the<em>Exhumer</em>. A wicked smile crossed his face as he fired, feeling the rock in his torso from the kick of the heavy PPC, the brilliant blue beam lancing out to drive into the back of the<em>Exhumer</em>. Altering his stride, he moved to follow after it, shot after shot, lancing out at his opponent. “Get some Fraker!”<br/><br/>Lightning began to arch across the torso of the<em>Exhumer</em>, the result of multiple PPC hits playing hell with its electronics. Still Samson continued to fire, barely noticing the heat wash filling his poorly ventilated cockpit, feeling the need to bring the hulking mech down. Small explosions crossed it’s torso, heatsinks cooking off under his continued assault. Oh how he wished he had a missile on hand, wanting to put one right into the generator, his mind attempting to imagine the explosion that would result if he had managed to land such blow.<br/>