>>11064358At the outer edge of the ruined helipad and gunships a Grey mortarman struggles to reorient his portable artillery. Caught facing the entirely wrong direction at the outset of battle, by a small miracle he was just outside the blast radius of the Green strike, further shielded by the body of a late fellow trooper who happened to be passing by at just the wrong moment.
His heavy weapon finally turned around, the giant bellows out a range and bearing, calling for a shrapnel round. Ignoring the random explosions of rockets and minigun rounds cooking off on the burning helicopters the Grey mortarman carefully lays his weapon, dropping the heavy shell down the tube and ducking to cover his ears mere seconds ahead of the Green flanking force's arrival to his left...
