The Av circled the embattled sniper as Barge joyfully blasted at the circling drones.

Leilani’s stellar piloting skills gave them a few more mechanical casualties as she plowed through them in the best imitation of Deathrace possible for an flying brick.

The craft set down less than three meters away from Dawson’s emplacement. The man sighted one more target and squeezed of a final round before he swept up Mathilde and leapt into the AV.
He plopped down against the door even as he started to disassemble the weapon. “A sniper is no longer an asset when every fragger and his drone has you pinpointed,” he muttered philosophically.

“Yeah, that was kind of our thinking, too,” nodded Dallas.

The AV swept the side walk as Barge loosed a strafe and a wild cackle that was enough to send any sensible enemy into flight.

“We’ve got movement!” called Leilani.
The contingent crowded forward in order to observe the half dozen green blips that represented the anticipated fresh troops.
The troll female punched a panel and a racked rocket launcher appeared from behind a panel. Barge abandoned his .50 cal for the new toy with a grin.

“Remember,” barked his cousin, “There are only two rounds for that thing, make ‘em count you dwarfhumper.”

“She’s first in her class at charm school this quarter,” grinned Barge as he hefted the weapon. “So tell me which ones you want dead and how bad….”