Mech pilot: Medium armour, 2x.50cal, jets & supportsys.
Pain bolted through multiple points on her body as she lay dazed on the asphalt of the alleyway. Beginning to doubt that there was any chance of them all making it out unscathed, she groaned and moved around a bit. Nothing's broken, she mused, and that means I still need to fight.
Straining her aching body, she staggered to her feet. A sudden headrush afflicted her, but she ignored it. This was a matter of comfort or life, and she hoped she wasn't petty enough to mix them up in importance.
Rubble surrounded her, scattered across the alleyway. It seemed the beast had sent her—along with a large part of the apartment, crashing down. And now it was after them. And Roman.
Roman was close to the beast now, ahead of her. And as always, he was defenseless against a creature so powerful. It wasn't that she doubted his skill. She just doesn't didn't think that this is exactly his domain of expertise.
Turning to face the beast, she called out to Roman. "Get behind me and look for an exit! I'll try to hold him off." Again she raised her twin guns and directed them at the beast. Quickly backing away, she waited for Roman to get behind her before shooting. And if ever that beast tried to charge her, she'd have to use her jets to blast herself up out of the way. She didn't want to abandon Roman, but at the same time, she was of little use dead.