Rolled 1, 3, 7, 2, 1 = 14 (5d10)
>>5578295>TurnRolls: init, spot, 2.5 cm cannon x3 (+2 Attack from Token)
>Fire: BM-2 at kk29, Personal Flare on kk28>Move: Reverse NE to mm29, unit facing westGonna burn my Peacefields to make sure.
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Anticipating one more reprisal from the enemy artillery, it took Walter longer than he cared to admit to stop bracing himself and relax his muscles. The small tinny voice from Walter-3 confirming the kill elicited an exasperated sigh and an order to push on transmitted to the rest of the unit.
In the all too brief calm before the next engagement, twitching fingers pulled off his badly dented and much less polished helmet for a quick inspection. "How the hell did the flower survive all that?" he quietly mused while using the stiff green fronds of his Lancegrass to trace an outline along the newly wounded metal.
"I'll never hear the end of this. Unless..."
If he used some clever wrapping and a bit of aluminum, why, it'd shine even better!
"Lieutenant! BM-2 spotted ahead!"
Sliding on his now completely ornamental headpiece, Walter eyes shot wide as he peered ahead and spotted the prize he'd been searching for since this disaster began.
He tightened his hands into fists and gleefully cried out, "All Walters, fire ahead! Let's nail this thing before we get anymore nasty surprises!"
Alas, it was too late.
He had been still holding the Lancegrass.