As if waiting for his cue, Max clears the ridge in the Berzerk, twin heavy rotaries already spun up and ready to unleash Hell. His systems auto-designate visible targets and mark friendly IFF's as he spreads the machine's legs out wide, additional stabilisers folding down from his legs and slamming several meters into the ground. The Berzerk's synced right arms raise with a high pitched whine, then jerk backward as the high caliber cannon spits forth a fusillade of shells the size of a small car with an ear-shattering roar. He sweeps from right to left, utterly destroying two midweights and crippling a heavy before they have a chance to respond. Hits start to flicker his shields as he begins his second swipe with the left gun, and by the time he's done his shields are down and impacts are rocking his torso and throwing his aim. Half a dozen enemies are gone or disabled, and several of the rest have decided that Max makes a pretty damn good target. One of them decides that his cannon, in particular, looks like it'd be fun to shoot, and the weapon is ripped from his mech's hand in an explosion of shrapnel and superheated munitions.<br/><br/>"Ah, HELL nah." The Berzerk's stabilisers rip out of the ground as he drops the remaining rotary and charges the offending mech, progressing much faster with less weight. "'Zerk, cut arm sync in three, I'm gonna be in a fuckin' coma afta this."<br/><br/>Max leaps off a large rock, adding what little height he can with the heavy's oft neglected jets, and comes down on top of the last large threat in range, forcing it to topple backward onto the hard-packed ground. Red lights and warning symbols flash across his retinas while he grins like a madman. "Ya like disarmin', huh? Try dis shit, then!" Max wraps two hands around each of his opponents pinned arms and pulls. Metal strains against metal as sparks fly and connections snap. Finally, both arms tear free with a piercing shriek and multiple small internal detonations.<br/><br/>The Berzerk forces itself into a kneel, then slowly stands, crushing the downed mech's head with one foot as 'small' rounds impact across its back.<br/><br/>"Hey boss, I'm here. Coordinates received, Mheg, ETA just under one minute."<br/><br/>The heavy reaches down with its upper arms and grabs the plasma pistols slung at its hips, empties one into each of the two light mechs remaining, then charges up a nearby slope.