Shots trailing, the one landing seem to favor the left, he kept moving not staying any longer than it would take to either turn or dodge - taking take burst of gunfire when he felt he had a decent lock on the target. The one flying will be troublesome - but the object was delay and withdraw, not defeat - though that one is hard with two going after them.

Harlock breathes out, listening for any warnings if the armors suddenly change tactics or more joined the fray, focusing on disabling the one that landed - the faster he could take one out of the fight, the better.

He's going to need a goddamn drink after this.