For the briefest of instants, Eun-Kyung panicked as she was blown out of control. Then, mercifully, some half-remembered instinct from training kicked in and she tucked into a ball, letting herself roll until skidding to a halt. Once again, she scrambled into cover, holding her position against the now far more deadly grenade fire.
She took a moment to breath deeply and try to quiet the blood pounding in her ears. A glance at her tactical display showed further positive progress. The Heisho appeared to have advanced to the brink of the enemy installation, but this brought a further frown of worry to her face. If the vehicles continued their operations they could form the hammer to the anvil of the installation, and crush the assault element between them.
She wasn’t an infantry officer; she really, really wasn’t. But there was nothing else for it. Unslinging one of the satchel charges she had brought from the Aeon, she checked on its detonator before charging up her CFS unit again. Her watchful drone continued to transmit data and she carefully noted the relative positions of the front and rear halves of the vehicle. After another moment spent outlining her plan to her armor’s AIES, she moved to ready herself. She gripped her rifle, but without any immediate intent of using it. So too were her shields inactive - the red status icons in her HUD showing they still hadn’t forgiven her for the abuse she had subjected them to.
“Good luck,” she muttered. Whether to herself or in general, she didn’t really know or care because at that moment, she leapt into the air. Instantly, the CFS power levels zoomed to maximum as the AIES took control. Her armor barreled forward at full speed, leaving Eun-Kyung a mere passenger as the AIES guided her on a desperate nap-of-the-earth path to deposit her, hopefully intact, in whatever cover the crippled front half of the hostile vehicle could provide.