"I could have figure that out," Lockon muttered with some amusement. He and Haro finished making adjustments, shifting longer-range weapons into place and slowing Dynames's movement.

To Michael, he simply tossed out: "I hit what needs to be hit."

Scanning the field, he settled on his targeted area and locked on.

"Targeted," he announced. He just needed these damned things to stay still long enough for him to hit.