The heat had yet to immediately abate, despite the rain that rolled down the front of the cockpit in sheets.  Sweat began to run in small rivers through the neurohelm's visor, and her skin felt like it was being placed up against hot metal everywhere - but this moment's pain was paid off in success.  That [i]Jenner[/i], pain in the ass that it was, at least had the common decency to avoid a pointless death like its comrade in the [i]Raven[/i] had.  Ramrod's eyes caught up with the retreating mech...

She had a shot, briefly, that'd have a good chance of simply removing it from the field of battle - one burst of laser fire to the damaged leg could bring it down into the ground, helpless.  And it'd be one less problem to deal with in the future...

She did not take the shot.

Though hardly a codified piece of knightly lore, if she wanted a retreat, she would give the same to the warrior on the other side of the glass.  That was simply what felt correct in the moment, and with that decision made, she turned away.

She didn't see fit to repeat the Colonel's orders this time, simply trudging along in the mud to back up the convoy, suffering greatly as this machine's stiff artificial muscles were slowed by the excessive heat.  A single large laser shot was thrown at the [i]Longbow[/i], even if it was unlikely to hit at this distance - anything else would've only brought this machine to an outright dangerous heat level, and with steam rolling off of its torso already, she didn't see fit to find out what her limit was.