Kairos snorts, reloading his weapons. "Bit of an understatement there. Hmm... Old model. Aim for the cannon, it wasn't built as strong in the first versions of those tanks. Or, just do as we trained and take out the grav lifts, immobilizing the bastard. Up to you, Hunter." Kairos calls, shouldering his Supremacy. "I've got twenty rounds in reserve, four in mag. No heavy. Fifteen total primary clips. More than enough to take down this metal tomb." Kairos mutters, dropping to his stomach.