[h2][sup]Reclaimer[/sup][sub]Corsica[/sub][/h2]

Thankfully, the mortar fired at them hadn't been a direct hit. Mud and liquified dirt splattered across her armour. Pressure and heat cracked the bark of her cover and splinters collided with the metal of her helm and chest. The heat from the plasma did little to penetrate the defense of her suit. The wave of pressure didn't do much either. Her extremities would probably end up a bit battered, but they were still in tact. It wasn't like she could feel a bruise. So long as she could move her arms and legs, she was fine. How was Linus? Probably fine. She didn't really check.

Well, the plan--if you could call it that--had worked. The rounds that Corsica had fired did what they were supposed to do. The only issue was that it didn't quite stop the construct. Anyways, her job was done. No point in sticking around for longer. She may have had a cavalier attitude about risks and her fate, but she wasn't about to just stand still and let some construct slam into her. As such, she dashed away. Linus could come along if they wanted.

After all, what was she going to do? Set it on even more fire?