Powered armor. Damn, double damn, and triple damn. The<em>King Crab</em>was a titan designed to war with other titans, a dedicated killer of Assault Mechs. For such a machine, the tiny scurrying shapes of enemy infantry, armored or otherwise, was a nightmare. His massive cannons would blot out anything they touched with utter finality, but there were far more targets than he had loads of ammo to shoot at them, and  they might still have 'Mech support...<br/><br/>A  small swarm of the things came sprinting across the tarmac from the bays, and Alroy made his decision even as Erich took secondary command of the formation. Even as he began to backpedal, keeping his massive front armor towards the onrushing foe, his twin AC-20's sprang to life with the thunderous roar of Hell itself. 150mm shells savaged the general area of the half-dozen power suits, shredding the pavement in a cloud of debris and smoke, backed by a full spread of LRMs. Heat alarms shrieked as the near-alpha strike sent Alroy's internal heat skyrocketing, but his total focus was on the axis of threat - quickly enough, four of the six suits continued to stride confidently out of the haze, pock-marked and scorched but unhindered. As the autocannons cycled a new load, Alroy followed up with his large laser, melting the missile launcher right off the back of the lead suit but still failing to injure the pilot...if it had a pilot. Close in range, it and its squadmates started blasting away at the<em>Crab</em>'s leg armor even as they started to sprint past and around the Assault Mech - pinpricks against his thick plating, but they had maneuverability and his rear armor was much more vulnerable.<br/><br/>"These things are the next best thing to indestructible...where did the Dracos get power armor this tough?"