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[color=a0410d][i]One down.[/i][/color]

The impromptu cremation of one despicable Crusader was proof that they were unaccustomed to dealing with a Psycodriver. That was an edge, for her. Something to make this four versus one doable. Not [i]easy[/i], it was key that she stop [i]all[/i] of them before they could reach the Loch. She had the attention of two, but two more were still speeding toward their objective. She needed [i]all[/i] of their attention on her. Relief seemed to be on the way with two of the Irish Lions, but then-

Two friendly IFFs lost.

Three enemies gained.

She zoomed in, unconsciously, but she didn't need the help for identification. Three black AMs. Two Barrelions. A Guarlion Custom. She saw, in her mind, Barrelions tear through allied Gespensts. Punching through armor like paper. And the Guarlion. That black-plated demon from the depths of Hell, with optics of the cruelest amaranth. If the Guarlion squad leaders were skilled, then the pilot of this Custom was better still. It was out of her weight class. Not even the TT, the embodiment of what strength she had, could even those odds. Maybe if she were stronger. If she were its original pilot. But she...

In that haze, between the lingering effects of her maneuver and the settling despair, she almost forgot her enemies. The screaming klaxon brought her back to her senses, senses enough to [i]mostly[/i] evade the Landlion's returned fire. It scraped hard against her PT's shoulder, gouging a nasty line in the armor, but functionality remained. She needed to focus. The new units were too far away. She needed to stop this formation in its tracks. The two that were not focused on her, she needed [i]their[/i] attention. A flick of her finger brought up the Split Missiles, and fired where she intended. Not [i]at[/i] the Landlions, no; in water, she doubted her ability to land a direct hit. And the conflagration would not spread as far as in air. But the river in front of them? 

[i]That[/i] would get their attention. The two missiles fired split into submunitions on their parabolic arc down into the river, blanketing the area in front of the charging Landlions with small-scale detonations. Enough, she hoped, to make them stop. Her Gespenst may not have been fast, but it was more than enough to close the gap if she could gain even that small respite. The ones focused on her were another matter. Her Rippers were still in motion, and she directed them to the AM that still remained above the surface of the water; the one below was targeted, and she let loose with a burst from her handheld Railgun. 

[i][color=a0410d]One, two, three, all eyes on me. Come on, now.[/color][/i]

The visor of her PT flashed, as the droplet broke loose from her lip. That would stain. She had to trust that her allies could handle this development. She would stop the Landlions. Once she did that, she could assist. But four against one? Her hands were full.

[color=a0410d][i]Come on, Corinne.[/i][/color]