Kuvexian Station
Computer Room
Tsuguka simply waited for Masumi to return for a moment, bracing against the bubble of expanding air caused by the woman teleporting around in atmosphere. Seeing as Candon had suddenly appeared at their backs, she just let the two of them scout things out before rallying her own charges. That was literally the arrangement they had planned in advance, after all.
"Call me animalistic, but I only like teleporting where I can see. An escape route is never an unfounded precaution." It was more self-referential than haughty. She knew that Candon loved to jump head-first into the fray, and wasn't about to belittle him for it... But keeping her own team alive was a priority in this particular situation. Folding her grenade launcher away, the red neko broke out her energy saber once more. A spare hand fetched a dinky
Zen Arms SMG pistol from her cargo pouch, jolting back the receiver in the process. "Okay. I'm going to cut through the floor. Team, please utilize precision weapons only, this is the prize that we came here for."
In one swift motion, she scorched a large box section out of the relatively thin metal floor, dumped a full half of her countermeasure charges down into it, and then leapt downwards into the sparking nebula of anarchy. Enemy fire immediately glanced and corroded her armored frame, but there was just enough speed and discord to make their aim ineffective. A sideways dive behind some server banks was accompanied by a spray of her tiny pistol, evidently hitting something fleshy as it arced through the blinding cloud. The rusty smell of blood filled her nose as her helmet clattered loudly against the floor, buffed by an explosion she hadn't quite expected.
Tsuguka Toyoe rolled, then slashed blindly with her saber, cutting the barrel free from a shady aggressor she could barely even see. This was where the combat got medieval. If the Kuvexians had any sort of sense, they would order their armored troopers to swap to melee weapons also. Her armor flashed and converted to the same shade as the smoke, a glammering shadow that would be difficult to parry accurately.
Her loud speakers now booming, the gynoid valkyrie let out a tremendous screech, throwing her shield around so violently that it appeared to break the enemies' sword-wielding wrist. Adrenaline, it seemed, had pushed this all past a simple plan of action, and briefly woken up that terrifying monster that her designers had sought so diligently to restrain.
Chaos was achieved, as planned, however. The floored enemy wasn't maintaining his bodily functions, let alone a worthwhile threat to her person.
It was time to clean house.