The eternal upside of hand-to-hand (such as it is) combat: ammunition is never a concern. Power supply, yes, but not shells. As long as all the parts kept working Himsa could, and would, keep swinging. The downside is, of course, keeping all those parts working is more difficult when you're not throwing arm-sized shells from yards away.<br/><br/>Kira's seat jerked from the impact of an explosion hitting far too close to home, thankful - not for the first time - for the Zenith's internal stabilization keeping her from feeling the worst of it. Her right arm was still operative, but only just. She'd started leaning to the right to take stray fire on the left side, babying the limb to keep it from losing function altogether, but that meant being off balance for any offensive action. Her role in the small-scale skirmish was just about over, just had to hold it together a little while longer, long enough for the main force to steamroll what was left of the enemy in this spot. Already she was falling back, jetting over a spray of machine gun fire and landing behind the front lines, then heading for one of the support wanzers to the rear of the formation for some much-needed repair attention farther from the main fighting.