<strong>Allia Rowe<br/>Santa Prisca Desert, Librios<br/>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br/>Tagged:</strong>Everyone<br/><br/>(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/Ghost_zpsc7908c1a.jpg)<br/><br/>Allia cringed as a ball of coherent lighting flashed across her arm.  "Oh CRAP!!"  She hadn't expected that variant to be running across a desert.  "Ok, that's it!"  Allia spun back around to the right, keeping her charred left shoulder away from the Clint.  Pulling her reticle high on the other Mech's body punching the toggle on her controls that tied all of her energy weapons together Allia waited as she pulled back around on the Clint.  Not waiting for the computer the give her a gold reticle, just feeling the shot, she pulled her trigger.  Waves of heat filled her cockpit as both Light PPC's and her Medium Lasers shot towards the Clint.  Before the shots could hit, Allia unpaired her weapons preparing for a short cycle of shots.  As the balls of lighting and lasers connected with the Clint, the upper torso became engulfed in blue lighting.  Allia's jaw dropped, her finger slid from the trigger as she watched the Clint drop to it's knees, a smoking charred hole where the cockpit used to be.  "HOLY SHIT!!  Did you see that?"  she screamed to no one in particular.<br/><br/><em>“Seraph here. If anyone’s not too busy, I could use a little help. Ran into a little trouble. There’s a Firestarter running around me with an AC and flamers, and a Banshee shooting at me from range.  If someone could kindly blow that Firestarter into scrap metal, I would be very grateful to you. Seraph out.”</em><br/><br/>Rolling her eyes she pulled her and Bear around on the rest of the line.  She still wasn't too sure what she thought of the new girl.  Her need for attention and flashing her body around to get what wanted didn't much help her lack of actual combat skill.  As apparent by her current predicament, Allia wondered how she ever survived Solaris as a Longbow pilot.  The Longbow wasn't a very useful arena mech and it was evident Angeline's close fighting skill wasn't going to cut it.  Allia had to admit that the girl was attractive.  She'd be lying to herself if she said she wouldn't want to put her head between those long tanned legs.<br/><br/>Allia's BAP swept the field, providing location data on all of the fielded mechs.  The Archer was hurt but still up, Hiro and Everette doing a good job of keeping him busy.  The Hammerhands and Banshee had other things to worry about with Kari and Marco.  Recon had finally rolled up the Calliope and had herded the Blade into a running fight.  That left the Exhumer moving to support the Archer thinking the Clint was a better close fighter than the Archer,<em>His mistake</em>She thought to herself as she keyed the strike channel.  "Bear, target the Exhumer, lets see if we can get some back shots on the way on the heavies."  Allia turned Gheistwulf across the back of the Crusher line, thankful the heat had finally dissipated, she threw a PPC and flight of missiles towards the Exhumer while her other PPC and her Medium lasers tore at the back armor of the Banshee.