Tommy was standing in the drive way, swinging the turret like a comicly oversized hammer, sending suited men flying into the distance with each stroke. It was actually entertaining. A flying suit swooped low, it's blazing guns tearing up the concrete around him and his vest. Tommy pull the turret back and cocked his left elbow out, just like a base-ball player at the plate. When the suit just got in range he let it rip, slamming the turret into the suit so hard that the turret got torn apart by the impact, while the hapless pilot was sent flying into the distance. Tommy waited for a second with to watch him fall far, far away from the battlefield. He looked at the ruined turret and decided to ditch it, throwing it into another incoming tank's tracks. He was honestly enjoying himself, with his enemies so well armored he didn't even have to try not to kill them, so for once he could just cut loose and give it his all.