Sweat was pouring off Eliza’s brow as she continued to fire at the oncoming… things. She had no idea what they were, but she knew that she didn’t like them. “Maybe this is some sort of Drac testing center where they have some sort of new weapon or…” She was fishing around for an explanation and she knew it, but trying to figure a rational solution was a way to avoid panic. Her cockpit was like an oven as her lasers continued to fire, the<em>Black Knight</em>slowly backing up.<br/><br/>It wasn’t going well. The small targets were elusive and hard to hit, and harder to kill. She’d managed to bring one down, but it had taken three laser hits to do it – three! One should reduce even the most heavily armoured infantryman to ash, but three was insane. “I’ll do my best!” She called out as she continued to backpedal, putting fire into the enemy creatures less in the hope of stopping them dead and more in the hope of giving them some pause.<br/><br/>And she wasn’t even sure if that was working.<br/><br/>Her goal was to bring herself back, hook up with the main body of the unit and get some sort of coherent withdrawal happening. Instead, the opposite seemed to be happening. Miyoko, the flake she was, seemed to be determined to needlessly wipe herself out for no reason, a move that baffled her and simple made no sense. “Everyone stay together.” She simply shot back. “And don’t let them get close.” Daring anti-Mech trained infantry could cripple or kill a machine with a well-planned assault. These things looked like they were capable of so much more then just that.<br/>