Rolled 5, 4, 4 = 13 (3d10)
The staggered, manic rush back to the Chimera. The predatory presence that bore down through his back as the he watched the night strip away across the town ahead of him in the blink of an eye. Villi didn't look back at whatever had been unleashed, he only ran.
He'd have to say a blessing for the strong grasping hands and lanky frame of cannoneer Anders, who'd hung out of the cupola awaiting his return. A slighter man might not have reached to drag him up and in through the hatch in time.
Instructions were unnecessary as both vehicles had already begun moving before Lieutenant Niel could find his headset. Instinct took over their drivers as easily as it had him moments before.
Along the road they flew, careless of whatever mortal dangers rendered tangential in the wake of the enormous columns of illogical, burning wind that threatened to swallow them up. It was only a natural, human error.
A group of Twaryian troop carriers had been illuminated in the bomb's blaze and were quickly set upon while their was chance. The Anti-Tank variant was a threat that couldn't be left unchecked, so attention was cast their way.
Bursts of sound that cut above the howling wind of the fires brought reality snapping back. Cannon fire from a lurking platoon of T-16s that had previously been hidden in the night rippled. Air tore about the hull as shells sought them but with all their haste, an impact never came. Instead, came something worse.
A perfect shot - one his gunner Sigur could have envied - was caught by Lieutenant Fjeld's m/31K. It must have struck such as to pass through the engine bay and directly into the ammo storage, with the encompassing fireball that bloomed from machine from seemingly everywhere at once.
Their protective clothing wouldn't have served them any good in there, Villi thought as he tore stinging eyes away from the persicopes. At least it was quick, as quick as it could have been. He'd hoped none of them had been looking back, that at least they hadn't had to watch death pounce... Bastards.
>>5640905 >Initiative >Shooting: Splitting fire if the angle allows it, pintle MG into BM-5s at pp40, 5cm HE into the remaining BM-AT at nn39. Failing that, everything into the 3 BM-5s at pp40 >Move Southwest, Southwest, Southwest>Remove chemical protective gearD-11, D-12, D-6, whomsoever is most inclined, I could do with some rifle smoke on jj38 so the T-16s on jj32 don't slot me as I pass. There's a second chance they'll melt with proximity to the burn this turn, but I wouldn't bet on it.
Those other T-16s on the road can potentially get into a position to fire on us at the end of this turn, so smoking somewhere in this region might also be helpful but I'll leave that up to your discretion.
Since I'm a 1 integrity unit now
RIP D-11 shouldn't have any problems shooting over top of me, so I'm targetting the eastmost group of BM-5s that are just out of rifle range, the rest are all yours to do with as you please.
