Alroy's thumb flicked a switch, dropping a load of ammunition into his mech's autocannons as he slowed the plodding Crab and spun it sideways, rotating to face the unexpected visitors without abandoning his post on Erich's flank. Apparently, the leader of the bunch knew Erich - whoever it was, though, the situation could be worse, ECM or no ECM. No Medium 'Mech had the weight of metal to close into brawling distance of a fully loaded King Crab, and the snowstorm was playing hell with long-range targeting. How anyone managed to get an optical laser on Harlequin was a mystery in its own right.<br/><br/>If Erich knew these jokers, they could chat, while he kept an eye out for anyone else sneaking up on them.