<div class="floatright">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y156/jillvader/mw-nmfkmpkarimonero_zps55a1bf27.jpg)</div>The interference seemed to be getting worse now, with Kari barely able to make out anything that was going on. At a guess, however, she figured that Damien was unable to follow through her request, either because he was out of smoke or his mortars were out of action.<em>Hope it’s the former,</em>she considered as she glanced over the display.<em>Because we’re going to need every gun we  can get if we want to make it out alive</em>.<br/><br/>She could see that Allia was headed off towards the hills, the damaged<em>Ghost</em>clearly limping but still mobile enough. Even if she couldn’t entirely make out the lieutenant’s words, Kari was getting the idea of where she was headed and what she was trying to do. Keeping the<em>Black Knight</em>in a cautious reverse, she closed ranks with the lieutenant, trying to keep their makeshift formation together and something that resembled functional, while also striving to protect each other. Right now, her goal was survival; not just her own, but for as many of her people as possible.<br/><br/>For whole moments, it seemed to be working.<br/><br/>Maybe the death of their comrade had enraged the Falcons, maybe they felt like they had an opening or maybe they just were out for blood. Either way, a brief alarm was all Kari got before the bird-like form of a<em>Vulture Mk IV</em>stepped out of the woods, its PPC belching electric fire at her ‘Mech. The beam flayed the<em>Knight’s</em>weakened left arm, devouring both armour and structure in an instant, slicing into the bones and muscle of the mechanical limb. The beam simply sawed the arm off at the shoulder, the<em>Black Knight</em>shuddering under the impact and the loss of the limb.<br/><br/>“More of them!” Kari called out, firing back with her PPC and twin large lasers at the Clan ‘Mech that had assaulted her. For whatever reason, the shots went wide, savaging nearby trees and touching off several fires. An idea formed in her head, one that could almost work. “Shoot for the trees!” She called out, hoping that the jamming wasn’t too bad as to completely disrupt her message. “Maybe we can get some smoke up or at least a long enough line of fire to slow them.” Right now, however, she’d take anything that wiorked<br/><br/>