[i]The fact that he’d be approached by a legitimate horse cavalry made Sidewinder feel a whole lot better. Assault rifles and horses were hardly a match for main battle tanks, halftracks bearing both autocannons and miniguns, and power-armor clad troops. Nonetheless, his action was not to be hostile nor instigating, at least no more instigating than bringing an entire armored column into the area. The approaching force was moving in a proper formation, personnel carriers to the inside, heavy armor outside, although Sidewinder’s command halftrack led the column, more or less a status symbol. The horses were dwarfed by the approaching vehicles, the meeting almost reminiscent of the Polish Army meeting the Third Reich’s Panzer Divisions. The woman who had leapt down to see the approaching force was greeted with the full roar of a mechanized battalion pulling towards her position. Soldiers wearing various types of advanced exosuits and carrying varying weapons could be seen on the inside of the column, along with the gunners atop each of the tanks. Sidewinder himself was visible with his upper torso out of the hatch of his command vehicle. Arriving at what was essentially a roadblock, his vehicle stopped, the rest of the column halting behind him.[/i] “Well boy do I think you and I are gonna get along!” [i]He shouted over the roar of the halftrack’s diesel engine, his face hidden beneath his mask, his robotic arm atop the minigun before him.[/i]