Round two...
Turning and ducking beneath the brush she wound her way around the small thicket, soon there would be no more shelter and her only option would be to make a break for it. Another round a bullets flew near her helm one striking her rear flank causing her to yelp.
She could not stop to lick the wound Crosshairs was closer then she thought. Ducking behind a tree her frame heaved, definately getting a run in for sure. Seeing that the trees were thinning she decided to make a break for it, half way across the thinner section the loud thumping noise of a helicopter was coming form behind her..not good. That damn Drift, she forgot about his second mode. Pushing a burst of speed she weavee back and forth hoping the mech was not armed in this mode.
Relaying information from above to the grounder rushing through the trees below, Drift followed along just behind the techno organic. Following the Steeljaw's signature, he guided the snarking paratrooper through the organic mess until they were once again on tree-less ground– or at least until another opening presented itself.
Rushing through the unsurprising tight knit area– feeling tree branches and other organic matter whipping past and scratching against his frame– Crosshairs did his best to catch up to their elusive target. Vision and aim impaired by the trees, he wasn’t able to take a clear shot at the beast's bounding form. That fact irritated the sharpshooter to no end, but he continued onwards. The last time they had an encounter, he’d followed Drift’s advice and let the mutt live. This time, if he had a clean shot, Lockdown’s pet would not receive a second blessing.
::Oi, Drift, is there any clearin’? We need to get this lil’ shit outta ‘ere so I can fuckin’ shoot.::
::Hai, Crosshairs. A little further.::
Drift dropped in lower, causing the trees to begin bending downwards, branches whipping back and forth from the rotaries of the helicopter. As soon as he'd locked onto her approaching form, gunfire erupted.













