Jal swore under her breath, laying out a spread of fire from her AT cannon and Gatling, the sheer volume of fire giving her some breathing space. "Alright, Shiz. Hit them in the back if you can; Just like a hammer and an anvil, and they're the metal that deserves a pounding."<br/><br/>Crouching her 'mech down as low as possible, she edged forwards, the underplates scraping along the rock as she practically crawled her machine forwards to an advantageous firing position. "Ready when you are."