[b]"YEAH!"[/b] Bullets from the still-upright mecha flew, but helplessly stopped upon colliding with the barrier that had been placed between it and Cadenza. In almost the same instance, the rounds from the turret she had commandeered rained forth as the shield dispelled. The walker had little defense against the firepower of its own kind; the bullets from Cadenza's manhandled weapon ripped through its plating with almost no resistance. [b]"GET SOME!"[/b] she bragged, though this was mostly drowned out by the sound of the machine gun fire. 

Showing, albeit too late, a sign of restraint against targeting an ally, the automaton that the pugilist had muscled struggled to right itself and train its weapon back onto her. Its fate, however, was already being sealed. No sooner than it's volley concluded, Cadenza pulled up against the barrel of the gun. While the turreted artillery had a 360 rotation along a horizontal plane, the nature of the weapon rendered it unable to do the same along its vertical plane. 

The tension of Cadenza's pull on the barrel was joined swiftly by a set of fist strikes against the mounting apparatus that attached the canon to its swiveling base. It was the proverbial breaking of a stick over one's knee; the mecha would, in theory, be left active, but effectively crippled and disarmed, left to rot away as time and nature played out against it... unless, of course, one of Cadenza's teammates saw fit to put it out of its misery.