Erich chuckled quietly, watching the sensor feeds tapped in from the vehicle contingent while he listened to Lei's opinion. "You're right, it doesn't give them much of a chance at all. But, considering that our actual enemies on the field, given the chance, would give us even less of a fair fight, this is a good way to test how they handle themselves under pressure."<br/><br/>He paused, then grinned. "Time to go. Recon and Attack lance have both wheeled towards the HPG. Lei, concentrate fire on any stragglers; attack's<em>Marauder</em>has a gimped leg, so if you can backshoot him, you might lay him out for the fight."<br/><br/>He toggled comms to the short clan lance, and Ranna, acting as vehicle commander. "Clan lance; they've taken the HPG bait. Use your mobility and cover. Vehicle force; Harass until the enemy movement slows, then attack the mediums and heavies. Concentrate fire."<br/><br/>Throttling his 'mech forwards into, and through the 12-metre tall snowbank, Erich's vision was whited out for a few seconds as the simpod lurched, simulating the sliding traction under the assault-weight's feet, before his vision cleared, targeting crosshairs settling onto The<em>Bushwacker</em>that trailed at the edge of the pack of 'mechs heading towards the HPG. Flipping his comms to open communication, he carefully split his targeting, keeping two PPCs aiming at the<em>Bushwacker's</em>broad, low-slung backside, while at the same time, settling the remaining two PPC targeting pips on Robert's<em>Marauder</em>, the limping Heavy an opportune target.<br/><br/>Chuckling low and deep in his throat as his 'mech's ECM powered up, he lapsed into his native German as the clear tone of a target lock sounded in his ears. "Guten Abend, Kinder."<br/><br/>A moment later, Electric Hell belched forth from his 'mech, four blasts of ionized hyper-accelerated particles sent flaying towards the two targets he had chosen.