It wasn't often Himsa was given the luxury of cherry-picking her targets after having closed into striking distance. As a rule, her proximity was reason enough for weapons to be pointed her way. When all those guns turn on Vulture instead, a strange sort of smile curled across the woman's lips. Their priorities, in this case, were a mistake.<br/><br/>It was a mistake she intended to fully enjoy.<br/><br/>Or would have, had she the time, at least. Given their more guerrilla-style intentions she only had enough to crash into the nearest pair blocking her best exit path. The rods came down on the first at either shoulder, denting so deeply into the frame that they gave her a grip on it. She pivoted and swung her arms, throwing the wanzer sideways into its compatriot to send them both to the ground in a heap. The pivot became a full spin, carrying her momentum all the way around until she brought it down on them again, smashing into the center mass to finish disabling the wanzer on top of the pile and leaving its weight to keep the other pinned.<br/><br/>If only she could have stayed to enjoy her handiwork a bit longer. Alas. A rush of air and she leapt skyward again, directing herself more toward Vulture and Grim, regrouping.