112 | John W. Warner IV recoiled, plopping an empty shell onto the leather recoil pad and into the spent shell bin. Her shot bounced off her opposers round turret and dug a big hole in the dirt, covering them both in dust and debris. Load another! Their tank stopped when they backed into a tall minaret, collapsing it on top of both tanks. What the shitting hell was that? Gwafa, all ahead full! The temporarily helpless German and Italian troops took cover far away and watched the battle in awe. None had imagined or prepared for such a gladiatorial spectacle. Tiger 102 moved position then pivoted on its axis to get a shot at their side where the armor was thinner, but the long barrel was a hindrance at close quarters, the tanks designed for long-range fire over vast open terrain. Pivot rightno, left, left? It seemed like a dogfight to her, but unlike planes these heavy tanks were agonizingly slow to maneuver. The second her optic sight caught the rear side armor she fired, putting a round at an angle through the side’ of the rear engine compartment and disabling her adversarys port side electric sprocket motor. Take that, Herr Barrelbum! Tiger 102 kept pivoting with one track and fired a split second after, hitting the curved turret slightly and taking a massive chunk out of their armored rear counterbalancing storage compartment. Another one, she yelled, aiming for the thin gap between 102s turret and the hull. Takuta rammed one home. Ready. Fire! Again the thundering gun recoiled, the intense muzzle blast causing a dust cloud. A part of the deformed round jammed itself somewhere in the thin gap between 102s turret and its hull while splinters of it flew asunder, shattering walls into powder. Got him! Gwafa, get around him, lets put one up his bloody backside. Defending itself from just such an attack, Tiger 102 spun on its axis, trying to get another shot at them while protecting its vulnerable rear end. It fired, taking a chunk of steel out of the angled rear hull plating and cooling fan covers. Forget that idea.Bea traversed and aimed at 102s tracks. She fired, blowing off the rear-drive sprocket, separating the tracks. Tiger 102 stopped, temporarily disabled. Hes had it! Gawafa, move down the street full chat, get us to the fucking palm groves. Fisherman, watch our rear. Gwafa gunned it, the electric motors and engines whirring at 3000 rpm.