"Sophia?"  Abigail tilted her head to the side and muttered the name again, tasting it.  "No.  I don't think so."  She shook her head.  "Its a beautiful name, don't get me wrong, but its far too delicate.  You strike me as more of a Nicole or Alexandria.  Something that could be given a cool kids nickname.  Wouldn't you love to be palling around with your crew and someone says hey Nick, mind throwing me that sword so I can finish off the last of these pieces of scum?"

The redhead crouched down and put her other hand on the sword when she saw the woman in the mechanical armor take hold of that stranger hammer, the one that should've conducted electricity into the rest of the suit but instead of doing that stopped it there and then like that guy in pot circles who refused to pass the doobie.  She would've replied to her opponent's comment about her hears being disconnected from her head but didn't get a chance before the armor revealed another one of its specialties, a little cannon.  Aww it was so cute, in one of those baby black widow kind of ways.  

She didn't wait to see what would happen and started moving.  There wasn't much else that could happen.  Cannons old did one thing, two if you counted waiting around being useless until there was somebody you wanted dead.  It was good thing she did too because the round wasn't something she could've shrugged off.  It hit the spot where her center had just been with a celebratory bang that hit her from behind and sent her reeling.  She hit the ground with her shoulder and rolled with the motion because it beat letting it stop you flat.  She didn't go far though before she jammed her blade a few inches into the ground and used that to stop her tumble before the wall did it for her.  

"Ouch."  She muttered, getting shakily to her feet.  "That's some arm your packing."  The hand not on her sword started glowing with flickering flashes of red electricity.