Roxy and Diver closed in on the trapped pair of Frames, and Lora was now certain she was in big trouble. Her missile storm was enough to blast Macabre's meager armor apart, but it did little to actually cripple the Frame, and she had no time to wait for the launchers to reload. In the meanwhile, Diver was able to easily collect all sorts of integral data of Caliburn she could use to her advantage-

No, wait, what was Koehler doing? Flicking a channel switch, Lora heard the mumblings and outbursts of a raving man. What had happened to Roxy's pilot? Had he hit his head silly, or just smuggled in some illicit substances and suffering the consequences? Lora wasn't given the time contemplate that, as she was all too quickly assaulted by a barrage of lasers from behind, rocking the Frame and sending jolts up the control harness.

The voices returned, for but a moment. Incomprehensible as ever, but she thought she could recognize something...

Desperate to gain some control back into her hands, Lora growled out with a determined sneer and gunned Caliburn's thrusters. Blowing off several drones behind her, the knightly Framewerk struggled against the pool of goo at her feet. A haphazard slash from Visceral hacked apart the plating on her right arm, igniting another grunt of pain and reducing the arm's functions to basic movements, at best. 

As Macabre tried to boost away, though, Caliburn attempted pursuit by boosting forward in a full-power shoulder charge. If she could at least run into Macabre to knock it off-balance, she could follow with a last-resort Lightstriker slash to try and take Ryan down with her.

And then Elora, behind her all this time, took the shot. Off the original mark ever so slightly, but not by enough to matter. One, and then several more cannon-grade bullets mashed into the broad side of Caliburn's back, pelting at the main thrusters. The glue finally degraded and gave way, and with a violent sputter, the normally controlled burners erupted in rocketing flames - an explosive force that threw Caliburn forward somewhat, but offered far less actual acceleration otherwise. 

Battered and crumbling, but not done yet, Lora held the throttle open, committing to her previous plan. Any attempt to use the thrusters after this would prove disastrous, but that wasn't her concern. She would fight to her very last as she was meant to.