"Mind your wings, Vultcha. Sure there'll be carrion aplenty when the dust settles." Himsa, having no means to take part in the new fully long-range affair of the battle, was kneeling at the rear of their small unit, somewhat in the shadow of Grim's shielding but far enough back to present herself in pieces as a target for stray fire. Their commander might have the best defenses available, but leaving her as the enemy's only focal point seemed inadvisable all the same. With a rod held up on either side of her wanzer's core she felt well enough protected from the slim chance of taking system-critical damage, so she could afford to have a few shots fired her way if it would spare Grim's barrier that much more punishment. They might need it more later.<br/><br/>On the plus side, though useless in a largely rocket-propelled engagement, Himsa was treated to a lovely view of the ongoing destruction from her position. The curtain of smoke trails alone was worth the coming. It seemed almost to transmit its scent through her sensors, a charred sort of homey warmth that wrapped around her suit and called her out to bathe in the vapors. "'Course carrion might be all that's lef' at this rate. How long do we watch them pound sand before we move inland?"