Evil in you

Beats the Evil out of You

The rotary cannon came up faster than Antii would have expected, and it didn't help that he was so blinded with rage that he wasn't really paying attention. The barrels were already starting to spin up before it finished aiming and by the time it was pointing right at Antii it was ready to fire. So it did.

This was not a weapon like the feeble armaments that had been leveled against so far today, the ones he had been able to brush off without a second thought. This was something else entirely. Larger, ferocious, and of course designed specifically with breaking open armour just like the kind he was wearing. Antii had a perfect second or so or realization about this as his kinetic field was almost immediately overwhelmed and the armour itself had to take the brunt of the attack. It didn't take it too well.

Instincts that had been neuromatically seared into his grey matter flared into life as damage warnings started to scream at him from every inch of the armour. These instincts made him move, and he hurled himself bodily away as far and as fast as he could, landing in a roll and boosting off with a kick from the KMU to gain even more speed and distance. The other suit followed, dragging its bucking and spitting weapon after Antii and only just managing to be thrown off target as Antii continued to roll and dodge.

A handful of heathens - who had been gawping at the unfolding fight - hadn't had the presence of mind to move or hide when this happened, and vanished into mist as Antii moved behind them and their suit failed to stop firing as the killzone became where they were stading. The big suit didn't seem to care much about this, but did stop firing. The Razem 5/7 suggested to Antii - amidst warnings - that the opponents was likely trying not to waste ammunition. That Antii knew this now automatically he didn't' think of as odd, despite the fact he really should have no idea. It was just natural now.

"I guess hoping you'd be polite enough to stand still was a bit stupid of me," the other suit said as previously hidden hatches and flaps popped open across their shoulders. Antii saw, highlighted and targeted, bristling pods of missiles nudging out into position. An almost imperceptible tremor ran through him as another, subtler warning sounded throughout the suit, the warning that he was being locked onto. He started moving again.

He was looking ahead of him as he ran and dived and jumped and flipped, but significant portion of his suit's sensor-suite was engaged in keeping track of the missiles and ensuring that wherever he went he was where they weren't. He perceived them abstractly, not seeing them but simply being aware of them - just knowing that was this angry swarm of explosive objects blooming up and arcing into the air to come back screaming towards him. The missiles burst open to disgorge sub-munitions, a rain of bomblets that screamed in all around, exploding above ground for maximum damage. Antii leapt through it all. 

Direct firepower from a massive cannon firing heavy-caliber shield-busting rounds was one thing; poorly directed shrapnel and pressure waves from anti-personnel missiles was quiet another, and while a direct hit would have been very bad news, Antii wasn't staying still long enough for that. His KMU protected him from what fragments did hit him, making them ricochet off at speed as he continued to evade. As he leapt and flipped between the explosions, he drew closer and closer to the heavy suit. Through the fire and the flames and the whizzing shards of metal Antii and his suit were a tough enough target that the big suit didn't see them coming until they practically on top of them.

Antii jumped, bracing first and launching up as high as possible. Turning with grace and elegance he landed perfectly on his feet behind the heavy heathen suit, spun in place to land a blow and caught that big shield full in the face. The impact was tremendous and all his suit's system had to do a split-second reset just to recover, and in the meantime he had been launched backwards hard enough to kill those unlucky souls who happened to be standing behind him at the time and with sufficient power left over to end up embedded in a nearby wall.