Just a hair late. As the trooper recoiled from the numerous bullets, he fired the device. A laser projected from the end of it, narrowly missing an air intake. Engine number 2 stalled. The lone fighter on the ground popped up, shouting in a Russian accent, "Oi, get down from there! AA-chill's gonna knock you out of the sky!" Turning, he sent a tight pulse of some kind of particles downrange towards the platoon.