Taking out the enemy's melee weapon was a sound tactical decision, but when the enemy shoulder armament swiveled her way with an ominous whir, Molli remembered what her harsh tactics instructor had attempted to teach her back in basic: the risks you take should not outweigh their rewards in most circumstances. Molli disabled a weapon, but had put herself in the line of fire. The sharp punch of missiles loosed at high velocity was difficult to react to, but Molli managed to push her mecha frame down and away from the enemy, boosting to the city's streets as the missiles burned a trail of smoke after her. She made a sharp turn, seemingly evading the danger entirely, but an impact rocked the pod she sat in, throwing Molli against the seat's straps painfully. Diagnostics flashed over the panoramic screen -- a grazing blow to the head, but enough to damage the quality of the visual sensors stored within. "Och...!" Molli cursed, her crimson eyes glaring at the screen that occasionally glitched and flickered to black.
The impact briefly sent the frame spiraling, but Molli had managed to regain control and swerve away from a nasty collision with one of the buildings. After an emergency shift into the frame's starship configuration, Molli was soaring above the street, the Nepleslian's pods returned fire to the foe that she now hated the most today, while keenly aware that their friend was in their newest recruit's sights. "Watch th'missiles, Ro!" Molli's rough, accented voice crackled over Rio's comms, "An' watch out for what ahm throwin'!" Any explanation for what that meant, exactly, didn't come.
Molli had flown so low to the ground to find the massive sword that now protruded from the concrete. In one fluid motion, her mecha unfolded, and its outstretched hands gripped the hilt in the same motion. The momentum from Molli's high-speed flying carried the Nepleslian, and her stolen sword, up into the sky, right underneath its former owner. "Take y'gewgaw back, y' shunt!" she yelled, before spinning once, then loosing the blade tip first on the roundabout. As strong as their armor was, Molli was positive it couldn't stand up whatever those swords were made of.