With his external speakers still broadcasting, Alroy's cursing was loud and clearly audible as the new Atlas stepped into view. He was almost out of ammo - one load left in each gun and a spare in each box. That wasn't enough to take on one Atlas, let alone three...they had to get out of there now, and Erich was a walking wreck on legs already. At least the new target was at point-blank range, no one could miss an Atlas at that range.<br/><br/>He leveled his arms, even as he backpedaled to bodily shield the crippled Awesome with his own bulk, and dumped everything he had into the enemy Assault's leg. Man-sized chunks of armor flew as his autocannons tore away the plating, and he followed up with a laser that punched internal and melted a leg actuator into slag. The return fire was vicious, the enemy Mech's own Deathgiver autocannon gouging through the wounds already inflicted by the Cataphracts and chewing into his internals. A warning siren whistled and lights flashed, indicating severe damage to the actuators of his right arm, even as lasers and short-ranged missiles drilled holes in his torso as they quested for his fusion engine.<br/><br/>Wheeling around, he pounded back through the wrecked research center, right up against Erich's heels to serve as the ablative armor the other Mech no longer had, even as his cannons cycled to receive their last load of ammo. Targeting the Brick with a tight-beam, he sent a transmission to Erich.<br/><br/>"Brick, your mech's had it, you're leaking coolant like a bottle full of bullet holes and I think I can see engine light through the gaps. Tilt and punch out, use the pod momentum to fling clear of the plant. I'll pick you up on the way by and football you back to the ship."