Lancer: no room for a wallflower

“The forest is thick and drenched in rain. Sucking mud pulls at you and your mech as you push forward through vines and tree trunks shrouded in fog. The waxy sheen of the local flora reflects the pale light in strange ways, a kaleidoscope of glass shards, too bright and sharp between the dark and twisting silhouettes of trunks.

The path was clear, the sniper easy to track.

Perhaps too easy…”