Everything happened so fast... If it weren't for the time necessary to swing the big gun over in a new direction, Brother Calhoun would have been firing long before he was ordered to do so.<br/><br/>As it happened, he had already thumbed the activation rune and fired several rounds at the Dark Reapers before the Sergeant's orders came through to concentrate fire on the Falcon. Killian grunted an unnecessary acknowledgment to the order, not pausing his shooting as he pulled his aim a little farther to one side, stitching the large caliber shells up the long sloping front of the tank. After settling his aim onto the vehicle, he began to pick specific targets on it to focus his fire on- particularly the areas that were not covered in armor. The canopies for the driver and the gunner, the weapons mounts, and especially what appeared to be the intakes for its twin engines.<br/><br/>To outside appearances, the only sound coming from the Marine was the heavy-caliber chatter of the shells firing from the large weapon, but inside the helmet and over the vox, Brother Calhoun was reciting the Litany of Hate in a firm, clear voice. And if one could see inside his helmet, one would see the small smile curling up one corner of his mouth.