Even within the steel cocoon of her cockpit, the force of her impact and the shredding of metal could be felt and heard from within. Her myrmidon's visual screen wasn't needed for her to know she had hit her mark with shocking precision, and the hand fell to the ground with enough force to shake the earth for anything of normal human size. Her blade quickly retracted, and she moved with haste inside the mech that the steel suit lacked, hoping to finish the deed, but to no avail. By the time she had managed to get the sword to swing once more, the Sparos was just out of reach, futilely hitting her with a caliber of bullet far too small to pierce the Valkyrie's mighty hull. Regardless, Rally moved the mech to lift the shield on its arm to cover it from further attacks.

From her screen, she could see the newest issue. The outpost was in ruins; they had done that much, but the Sparos was retreating and fast. The Valkyrie could match its speed in a direct charge, but the Sparos had a maneuverability that it lacked. A single dodge or shift in trajectory, and suddenly she would find herself out of formation with a desperate pilot flanking her. Time was not on her side, and Rally was not a soldier. Impulsiveness won out over reason. 

The Valkyrie maneuvered its sword back into its thrusting position, and the jets fired off again. Soon enough, the heavy mech was flying forward at its max speed. The shoulder-mounted machine gun blasting wildly at the foe, an equally futile attack, but one she was hoping would garner its attention. 

Bumblesting seemed to have moved out, equally as impulsively. The battle wasn't even won, and yet he had his eyes on the loot. Rally could feel the cockpit heating up; she was pushing her thrusters to the limit, and the coolant system was struggling to compensate. If it was sweltering before, her cockpit was a crucible now.

"Deadalus, got another toss in you? I need to cut this Sparo off before he leaves the nest!"