"DAMMIT!"
Bertrade roared with a truly uncharacteristic fury as the injured Ascalon disappeared into the distance. The barrage of suppressive fire from the Zechariahs was ignored in favor of the more immediate threat as she refocused her attention on the Wildschwein, preparing to counterattack.
The Beautifra batted aside the thrown Zweihander with a swipe of the remaining laser blade, sending the heavy blade hurtling away even as the kinetic energy of the improvised projectile violently threw her own machine off balance from the force of the impact. The Beautifra quickly corrected, damaged thrusters sparking to life as it righted itself, ready to continue the battle...
Before it came face-to-face with the Wildschwein's drawn revolvers as another series of Zechariah shots hurtled past, coming treacherously close to inflicting further damage. The reality of the bioroid programmer's situation abruptly snapped back like a rubber band. She, too, was wounded, with several critical system functions compromised to some extent - and no longer in possession of the numerical advantage.
A frantic retreat ensued - once more jinking every which way to avoid the hail of beams and bullets. Though the reduced functionality hurt her efforts in this regard, the machine was still quite fast, though not fast enough to avoid several more glancing strikes from Dimidas' railcannons.
More shrieking alarms pierced her ears as the Wildschwein became a distant speck.
"Dammit..."
Bertrade's voice trailed off with the hints of a choked sob as she turned to face the approaching Zechariahs, discharging another shot from the chest-mounted beam cannon - aimed to cut down the unit furthest ahead from the rest.
Bertrade roared with a truly uncharacteristic fury as the injured Ascalon disappeared into the distance. The barrage of suppressive fire from the Zechariahs was ignored in favor of the more immediate threat as she refocused her attention on the Wildschwein, preparing to counterattack.
The Beautifra batted aside the thrown Zweihander with a swipe of the remaining laser blade, sending the heavy blade hurtling away even as the kinetic energy of the improvised projectile violently threw her own machine off balance from the force of the impact. The Beautifra quickly corrected, damaged thrusters sparking to life as it righted itself, ready to continue the battle...
Before it came face-to-face with the Wildschwein's drawn revolvers as another series of Zechariah shots hurtled past, coming treacherously close to inflicting further damage. The reality of the bioroid programmer's situation abruptly snapped back like a rubber band. She, too, was wounded, with several critical system functions compromised to some extent - and no longer in possession of the numerical advantage.
A frantic retreat ensued - once more jinking every which way to avoid the hail of beams and bullets. Though the reduced functionality hurt her efforts in this regard, the machine was still quite fast, though not fast enough to avoid several more glancing strikes from Dimidas' railcannons.
More shrieking alarms pierced her ears as the Wildschwein became a distant speck.
"Dammit..."
Bertrade's voice trailed off with the hints of a choked sob as she turned to face the approaching Zechariahs, discharging another shot from the chest-mounted beam cannon - aimed to cut down the unit furthest ahead from the rest.
