The sudden body landing before her was definitely a surprise, though she showed her caution by grabbing the hilt of her knife instead of shrinking back. A gunshot quickly disabled the bot, however, and Louisiana quickly casted her gaze upwards to the sniper in the tower. A half smirk, masked by her helmet, graced her lips momentarily, not feeling the usual distrust she would have felt, but it faded when she lost sight of West, catching only the glimpse of black armor. The flash of arms and knives came to and fro momentarily, and with a sigh she turned, quietly muttering 'RIP' before circling the village slowly, the pain from her past battle fading with time. Though, it seemed her time couldn't last any longer, as she noticed a few robotic soldiers climbing up to the roofs of the many buildings. Her mind quickly returned to the sniper, who's name escaped her for the moment, and with a sudden, uncharacteristic thought and sigh she slunk into the battle field.

Her hands gripped the Carbine on her back, and she lowered into a defensive crouch, quietly aiming the weapon at one of the bots which was carefully trying to lift one of his programmed comrades up onto the sloped surface. Louisiana breathed softly, finger itching the trigger, and then finally shot, nailing the machine right in the back of its head. It staggered, then tumbled off the roof, and all at once the comrade in his hand was dropped and crushed beneath the still, metal body. Her eyes turned towards the last place she had seen the sniper, and once she realized he was gone she shrugged and moved on, stalking through the streets quietly.

An explosion to her left, down an alley, drew her attention slightly, but once she saw the massive figure of Montana pummeling the hoard of black bots around him she shook her head and continued on, that is, until she was thrust roughly to the ground. The Carbine slipped from her grasp and she was blinded slightly by a puff of smoke, but the sight of the black armor above her gave her enough of a notion to begin moving. She rolled back, dodging a kick, and instantly pulled out her twin pistols, aiming forward with a hidden glare that could easy stop one's heart. The barrel of a shotgun met her stare, and something similar to a Mexican standoff began to play out. They circled, neither firing, which gave Louisiana just enough time to take in her surrounds. A street, or maybe a large alley. It was an intersection; there were four paths that led into much more open areas. The footsteps echoed off the walls, and each creak of their armor of shift of their gun was enhanced by the surrounding buildings, and below a thin coating of sand and dirt was constantly kicked up by their circling feet. An idea instantly popped into her head, just as the robot shifted and lowered, ready to fire,

"Ah, gonna make a move?" Chris taunted, lowering herself as well, but instead of raising her weapons she holstered them, instantly gripping one of the flash grenades at her side. She chucked it at the ground and quickly flipped away, wincing as a bullet streamed passed her side, and she very nearly missed grabbing the edge of a roof with her hands as the near deafening sound filled the echoing alley. Her eyes shut, leaving only the imprint of the flash on her eyelids, and the sound of countless metallic cries (possibly a few nearby bots had caught the sound as well) were drowned out by the ring of the flash. Half-deaf, she quickly clambered onto the shingled rooftop and quickly pulled out the pistols once more, opening fire below her on the stunned machine. The thought of jumping down to retrieve her Carbine once the machine fell passed as other robots entered the alley, quickly returning fire, and instead of confronting them all head on she simply dropped a frag down into the alley before turning to sprint up onto the roof.