"Aaagh!" 

Cadenza made a primal, rallying growl. Small though her success was, any momentum was good momentum. The mech staggered and toppled under its own weight, and fighter backed two sizeable steps to avoid being caught under it herself. In the proceeding instance, the expected shift in direction came to be. Cadenza found herself set on by the sights of the turrets of both the crippled machine and its remaining cohorts. 

It wasn't really much of a surprise; they were basic models, programmed to focus on threats as they presented themselves. 

As the barrel of her recent quarry spun around to take aim at her, she listed slightly, in counter direction to its rotation. Drawing back towards the mecha, she reached, taking hold of gun. Heaving another brutish grunt, she manhandled the turret in one-eighty, directing the business end of the weapon toward the next mech in line; she would use the felled walker's weapon against its packmate.