<em>'Please, not Shiz too,'</em>, he thought, scanning the tactical map for someone, anyone, who was closer than he was to the trapped mech's position. He punched the throttle, maxing Gareth's cruising jets, ignoring the warning lights that flashed on his visor. "On my way, hold on shiz!" he shouted over his Miles Davis.<br/><br/>Davis' frenetic pace and tempo were perfect for this fight, he needed to be sure to thank Yvette later. He could see the trapped mech approaching on his screen, lowering Gareth's shoulder, he slammed into the hulking metal form atop Shiz's torso, not slowing down and setting off several alert sirens in the cockpit. "Left shoulder damage, 95% structural integrity."<br/><br/>"Thank you Yvette, he said, swinging Gareth around in a massive spray of earth. He punched the throttle again, grabbing Shiz with his left arm. "Hang on, we're getting you to safety," he said, lifting the damaged machine from the ground. He watched his screen, dropping Shiz only when he was sure they were out of the heavies range. "Stay safe," he murmured over the radio, before turning back to the carnage. It was snowing again, he noted with a smile.