<strong>Everett Yoshikawa<br/>Santa Prisca Desert, Librios<br/>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br/>1 January 3145</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>"<em>Hai</em>, Geistwulf. We'll show that thug why you don't bring a bow to a knife fight."<br/><br/>A pitched open battle was better than any drug, and the natural juice of adrenaline sang in Everett's veins as he flung open his throttle, peeling toward the Crusher's far right flank and the fire-support Archer anchoring the end of their line. In theory, it would be a terrible mismatch - the Heavy 'Mech's massive batteries could range on him long before he could bring his main gun into play, and even his speed couldn't entirely protect him and his fragile armor from the missile storm as he closed the distance. But if he made it, the bigger 'Mech would be the next best thing to helpless, and what was life without risk to give it excitement?<br/><br/>Plus, he had a wingman for this crazy assignment, and he keyed the comm to link direct with Hiro's Spider. "Looks like we get the hard job again, Ronin. Can't pincer him while he's anchoring the line like that, so you want to go up his throat together leapfrog-style, or hook around and split his fire arcs while I go punch him in the nose?" Being twenty percent faster than the other two members of Strike lance meant he and Hiro often got paired up for semi-detached strikes. Both were short-range brawlers, but speed and coordination had often let them take down targets that outweighed the pair combined.