Post by ismail on Nov 7, 2009 16:40:41 GMT -5
Daniel quietly reloaded his revolver as he hid behind a wall. Despite torn in the Britannian formation through the sewer disruption, his forces lacked and his two remaining knightmares could not at the moment exploit that advantage. Zero's message came as a welcome relief. Constantine glanced outside--the Britannian formation continued moving slowly forwards--but with knightmares, they would far outpace the Sons at this rate. "We can't run faster than knightmares," one of Red Team's members muttered. Constantine glanced at him. "No dip, sherlock?" There actually was little choice BUT to allow the Formation to move past them. “Formations don’t go through buildings. Clay and Solaya, just keep the Britannians distracted. Everyone else, into buildings. Wait until the formation passes you before you fire.” Constantine himself grabbed a shotgun from a nearby dead soldier—it certainly would be less than effective, but it still felt like he was doing something.
The Yankees, if anything, were meticulous, carefully moving down the street before moving on—but the would have to leave their knightmares to search buildings—and with the Black knights, no Britannian was particularly enthusiastic about leaving the relative safety of his knightmare. Which, obviously, didn’t help when they were shot at from behind. Knightmare Frames, like the cavalry of the ancient Knights, was not a unit built for city combat—the whole roller skate system and size relied on open air or roads—in the choked up roads of the ghetto, Knightmares were bulky, unwieldy and overall a poor choice—it was a lesson that the Britannian military had forgotten since the first occupation, when Prince Clovis’ troops by their own choice deployed the slower but far better-protected Archaic Tanks and Infantry to survive.
Yet Constantine’s forces could not move in this street-to-street fighting—honestly, Constantine realized that they would have well been screwed if they had run from the Knightmares on Foot and gotten trampled, and they were on the road to getting screwed now. “Zero, I don’t know if you’re the Particular type, but I don’t think this dog will hunt…”
The Yankees, if anything, were meticulous, carefully moving down the street before moving on—but the would have to leave their knightmares to search buildings—and with the Black knights, no Britannian was particularly enthusiastic about leaving the relative safety of his knightmare. Which, obviously, didn’t help when they were shot at from behind. Knightmare Frames, like the cavalry of the ancient Knights, was not a unit built for city combat—the whole roller skate system and size relied on open air or roads—in the choked up roads of the ghetto, Knightmares were bulky, unwieldy and overall a poor choice—it was a lesson that the Britannian military had forgotten since the first occupation, when Prince Clovis’ troops by their own choice deployed the slower but far better-protected Archaic Tanks and Infantry to survive.
Yet Constantine’s forces could not move in this street-to-street fighting—honestly, Constantine realized that they would have well been screwed if they had run from the Knightmares on Foot and gotten trampled, and they were on the road to getting screwed now. “Zero, I don’t know if you’re the Particular type, but I don’t think this dog will hunt…”