Everything was going so fast- Lora just barely managed to recover from her tumble into Emperor to notice Atty, her unexpected partner-in-crime, falling just short of being ripped entirely to shreds. Explosions and crashes rang out, and the blips on the radar were disappearing in quick succession, leaving only a handful of still-standing Framewerks within Zone C.

"You're next, Knight's Cross. Oh, I've been waiting to whack around a war hero. Even the thought makes me [i]hot![/i]"

[i]Crazy bitch,[/i] Lora insulted Irina in her head. Even if it was just an act for the fight, getting [i]that[/i] excited over such a prospect would probably have any other person put in a mental ward. As much as she willed Dynasty to help, though, she had her own fish left to fry: the other remaining enemy Framewerk, codename Daemon, lay operational and within range. If Lora didn't stop the monster here, he would likely shoot down the cadet as she tried to go for Sköll. Lucky, it had the pre-baked disadvantage of that gaping hole in its shoulder...

"Atty!" Lora opened a channel with Serah as quickly as her fingers could fly, "If you can still move, go for Irina while she's distracted! I'm taking down this titan-!" It seemed selfish, but Dynasty now remained the most functional of Squad Sigma right now, and she couldn't afford to let the enemy support Irina in the end here.

Praying that Serah would still hear her out, Lora pushed Dynasty on, veins bulging on her skin and her eyes tearing up with strain. Immediately she let loose with the Blaster Cannon again, aiming for the oversize machine's appropriately-oversize gun. Lora leaned harshly into the controls, sweeping Dynasty back and forth in as best of a serpentine pattern as her lower synchronization could manage in order to avoid fire. Even as the blaster and the burners both threatened to overheat from the stress, the cadet pushed on vigorously. As the distance between the two machines shrunk, Dynasty's right shoulder leaned forward in preparation to swing the Blade of Hope-

Moments before she could, however, the box mounted behind the right shoulder opened up, letting loose a salvo of HEMP missiles. The ballistic buckshot assaulted the enemy machine's head and shoulders at the close range, intending to disable or at the very least distract the Framewerk's senses long enough to let her next move go uninterrupted.

With a last all-out burst from her flight burners, Dynasty leaped up into the air in a stiff mimicry of Sköll's own jumping slash. The pilot let out a furious kiai as she unleashed an overhead swing on the Daemon's exposed shoulder mechanisms, as if she could diagonally bisect the beast with a single slash of the cyan-wreathed Blade of Hope.