With Harlock's intended target clear, Donnie keeps an eye out on the other's movement.

"Aim for the joints, easier to disable them that way. If we can get around them, take out the thrusters and they won't be able to follow us up," he suggests, trying to maintain an even breath. Adrenaline rushes aren't that great when all he's doing is basically standing around, the cramped position making it a pretty miserable spot to be in.

He sees the airborne Armor try coming around again, this time arcing in from the right. "I'll keep this guy off us," he says, hand tightening around the bar as he focuses. There's a flash of purple that erupts off to their right, the flare causing the Armor to veer away suddenly, rocking slightly as its back is to them briefly while the pilot attempts to stabilize.