"Gunner!"
Colonel Warren Heinrich abruptly ducked back into the cramped, heavily armored Turrets of the Emperor's Blade, Siegfried. The cold air was instantly filled with the roar of the engine and the shriek of grinding metal.
He all but pressed his scarred face to the ear of the gunner beside the main gun's sight. His voice drowned out the din like the growl of a wounded beast, every word laden with iron will and savage killing intent.
“See that bastard with the ‘toy Gun’?! Get your sights on him! Find a way to put a shell into him!”
He did not need to explain who "that bastard" was. Through the periscope, the gunner's gaze was already fixed on the distant Rangdan Overlord who had just created a killing zone with his Gravitational Distorter.
That towering figure, radiating ominous fluctuations of psychic energy, stood like a living target against the Smoke and wreckage.
"Understood, sir! I'll fucking blow that son of a bitch sky-high!" The gunner's voice was hoarse, filled with the same fury and feverish excitement.
He drew a deep breath, forcing his adrenaline-shaken fingers to steady, and began rapidly turning the heavy traverse and elevation handwheels.
With a low groan from the hydraulic system, the Emperor's Blade's signature cannon, with its terrifying caliber, slowly swung around. Its long, thick barrel pointed toward the target inch by inch, like the hand of death's clock.
The Turrets was filled with machine oil, sweat, and the suffocating tension of imminent devastation.
"Covering fire! Suppress the scum around him! Don't let those lackeys interfere!" Warren roared into the internal vox.
The order reached the surrounding infantry units and neighboring armor over the radio in an instant.
Immediately, the surviving Skull Regiment soldiers and several accompanying Chimera armored vehicles poured even fiercer fire into