On my right Colin has become the surroundee. A quick re-direct with the two trailing HTs and he is in dire straights. The ramians of one squad are fleeing back toward the wall, another squad has ceased to be, and a zook team has shuffled off the mortal coil. I am in the process of mashing the last squad into a puddle of goo, and platoon HQ along with it. I have only light casualties at this time. I have brought Mr. Tiger up to play along. The Stugs are on the hunt.