<div class="floatright">(http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f41/Khazad-Guard/3b137fc5-1060-4045-92a3-1a122b74034f_zpsa8997235.jpg) (http://s44.photobucket.com/user/Khazad-Guard/media/3b137fc5-1060-4045-92a3-1a122b74034f_zpsa8997235.jpg.html)</div><br/><strong>Marco Lorenzini<br/>Santa Prisca Desert, Librios<br/>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Albeit he approached at a slower pace, Lorenzini smirked at how he looked down on most of the moving Mechs in the field. Allies and enemies both, so he would have to make sure the crosshair wasn't displaying allied marks before shooting up. Or rather, Alpha-striking things. It was a dangerous sport, but one that could be very pleasing. He slid a hand under his helmet, adjusting his groomed mustache before responding into the command channel. "Aaand engage."<br/><br/>For a long moment he stood simply admiring how the enemy had such little disregard for camouflage painting as he did himself. He would not sully<em>Eisenfaust </em>with some colorful graffiti, no, and the hope for someone to point it out what the colours the Atlas III dressed up as were about, he always bid himself to play his part as being both big and loud. He had once dressed up some loudspeakers on the Atlas' shoulders, but most the X-Lasers would cook the speakers up. And sometimes their low frequency could be caught by enemy forces. It was a bad idea, but fun so he could scream and yell at his oponents even without the pains of sharing comms with them.<br/><br/>His eyes came to Moreno's<em>Black Knight</em>. Her surefooted stride was more than appeasing, and in his mind's eye he could see her standing right there, despite being some hundred of meters or so striding to her right. He noticed which targed her firing had been pointed towards, and knowing that if the enemy wouldn't close, he'd still have some time before bearing down the RAC. Priming his LRMs, he allowed for a moment to the targeters to find and sing the locking sound. And so, he shot.<br/><br/>The LRMs flew through from the<em>Einsenfaust's</em>chestmount, flying clean through the air towards the<em>Hammerhands</em>the Lance Commander had just hit. And he licked his teeth while the explosions light up the retina. The foe was hardly out of the battle, but that was something he did enjoy. He had more weapons to fire and more ammo to burn before it was all done.