Yoshida nearly snapped her own neck as she looked behind her, the source of her newfound anxiety. That ever dreadful sound of 'I'm hit' by a beloved comrade- especially one that isn't a combat specialist. "No no nooo stop shooting at the engineer you pricks!" More than a little pissed, and concerned for her friend's very immediate well being, she once more went to her side, jerking in various directions accordingly to avoid anyfire actually aimed at her. Conversely, she actually went and took afew rounds purposefully, that would have otherwise hit Antashia.
"I've got you! Don't you worry about a thing!" She gritted her teeth as she took in the situation, and noted it would be nigh impossible to play defensively, doubly so when taking hits for a less experienced combatant- even if Yoshida's own true experience was at best, being shot at when it came to space. Not when the enemy could come from any direction in three dimensions, from multiple angles at once. No longer did she beleive she could simply sheild Antashia, no. She had to make herself a clear, volatile threat.
With great haste, she reloaded, ejecting the old magazine in the process and letting it drift into space, slapped a new clip in, and rushed the enemy at full speed, her LASR blazing, and NSBs lit up the targets right along with her LASR, flashes of light from both the muzzle of the gun and the laser light show from the bits. All of those many, brilliant lights, focused on peppering and attracting attention from the pair, despite having caught a pair of the beams herself already, once form the initial strike, and another from diving infront of her ally.
