The fog made things difficult to pick out the turrets without moving his crosshairs over and see if they pulse.  His other eye is watching his bottom radar to make sure that none of his Merc-mates are causing the pulsing.  Graff was sadly in range of the turrets before his PPC had finished cycling, it was long range for his medium lasers but he tries to squeeze the shot off.  One ML shot low and burned a hole in the ferrocrete, the other scored a hit on the turret next to the barracks.  Only damaged both turrets took a beed on his Marauder, not wanting to waste the ammo in this fog he held off on his cycled autocannon.<br/><br/>The turrets got their shots off before his PPCs readyuped, one went high as if it though their opponent was a taller Warhammer but the second sliced down Graff's leg liquefying armor.  With the medium lasers' heat Graff had finally been able to warm to his bones but that quickly changed as he let loose both arm mounted PPCs on the turret he had already scored a hit on.  Taking off to the right his arms spit out the hiss of lightning that found it's mark into the extended range turret, one chewed off most of the armor as the second shot melted the barrel.  While the turret was still functioning that laser was done for until it's barrel can be repaired.  Moments later Harlequin can screeching to a halt next to the neutered turret have just ran through two of the barracks.