He was, by a long shot, the most deadly user of a suit in the short history of the ACS. And he proved it now by a one man charge through a hurricane of fire until he was right up on the bunker he’d targeted.
That didn’t mean he wasn’t taking fire; the bunkers were interlocked to provide supporting fire on each other. But the other suits, thousands of them spread over several kilometers of open plain, were starting to catch up. The Posleen had more to worry about than one suit, now.
He wasn’t standing still, though. A solid, direct hit from one of the numerous heavy plasma guns or hypervelocity missile launchers covering the bunker would take him out. So he kept running past the first defense point as one hand flicked out and tossed a suicide bar in the tiny firing slit.
The “suicide bar” was an antimatter hand-grenade, a ten centimeter long, one centimeter in diameter instant armageddon pack. It doesn’t take much antimatter to make too much explosion. So the grenades were adjustable. A small quantity of the contained AM would be fired in a controlled detonation. But “squirting” the remainder, it reduced the explosion to what the user desired. The “squirted” antimatter was still hell on earth, but it wasn’t armageddon on a plate. If you were far enough away that the handgrenade didn’t kill you the squirted antimatter probably wouldn’t. The instruction manual for the M-613 “matter annihilation device” specifically stated that they were “not for use in hostage situations.” So there you go.