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As the molten metal beams zip and fizz overhead, the unit quickly erupts into motion. One of the soldiers presses a switch on the side of the box, dropping it to the ground to prevent it from being struck, with a cry from inside of it, seemingly in pain. There's shouting for long-range, and all of the soldiers quickly switch their ORDs to thermal view, allowing them to see outlines of the Marines. They each get down onto their stomachs, some just lowering themselves to their knees, and begin to return fire.
The rounds they fire, 308 Corporate, are specialty designed by their own company to function well at long distances and to break through armor, primarily in assassinations. There's no issue with range, and they begin to return fire in bursts from each section of the group, doing their best to strike center mass from the distance of 500 yards.
"Do NOT fucking shoot that creep with the horns," commands Charlie, and the group does their best to divert their fire past the Kreznik.
A bolt strikes the shield, flinging flecks of fulgurite through that strike some of the soldiers on their helmets and backs, burning slightly before cooling.
"TOC, we need firepower on extract, get in some Tyrant choppers or something, we fucking need them!" the unit leader yells into his mic.
"TOC to FOT-10, we'll be sending in FOT-11 and 12 to assist, but extract time has been pushed back six minutes. We're doing our best."
One of the soldiers crawls over to the UL, and pulls down the lip of his mask to yell into his mic over the bursts of gunfire. "SIR! WE NEED PERMISSION TO USE THE GRENADES!" The unit leader gives a moment thought and then nods, pressing a button on his headset three times. Four operatives raise themselves to their knees, pulling shortened grenade launchers from their belts that they attach to the side of their rifles. In sync, they all raise their guns and fire a volley, throwing forward four high-explosive rounds that detonate midair about seventy yards from the Aschen troops, and then move to reload.
"Extract in 22 minutes, FOT. Hold your ground."