Haruhi continued her headlong charge down the passageway, as anticipation built with every thud of armour against floor. To close with the enemy – to force them into a kill-or-be-killed realisation and have them waver and crack under the pressure – was one of the Neko's few perverse pleasures, and applied appropriately the approach fit her like a glove. As an NH-17 she had recklessly abused the blitz tactics against borders amid the confines of an Irim-class she had served on, where she crudely forged her style through the earlier NH's ability to withstand gratuitous injury and luck granted by whichever divinities of battle had watched over her in those early years. The time since had helped her sharpen both her ability and her mind, and while she had to be more wary thanks to her current NH-29 form the embrace of a Mindy tipped the odds towards her favour.
Pragmatism held back her itchy trigger finger and kept her fire in check to not prematurely alert the two armours as she closed rapidly with them. “Check fire!” she burst-transmitted to the members of the Kohosei's team at the other end of the passageway as she jinked to the left to get an angle on the passageway's opposite wall and burst across the distance to it. Haruhi spun so her back faced the oncoming wall and caught her momentum a moment before impact to slide sideways to expose the enemy Pas' flanks as her drones trailed in her wake like leaves caught in a stream. The Juni's left aether sabre burst into life with a brilliant light as she launched off the wall and aimed a punch with it at just under where the closest armour's ribcage should be, while her right arm swung up towards the other armour and started cycling aetheric shots as fast as it could.
Behind her faceplate, Haruhi was glad no one could see the expression she wore.