As the grounded armor tried to force it's right arm to work, Harlock makes a quick strike against the left, using the smoke to draw back into a better position, scanning the skies.
The flying armor seem pause, before moving, unsure due to the smoke. Harlock's eye narrow - he could tell he's starting to get to his limits as he's starting to see creeping colored blobs on the rightmost edge of his vision, better get this over before the phantom pain also rears its head.
"The thruster... seems like the best target," He murmurs almost more to himself. "We pull back after this one." Harlock hated running, but logically this was the best call as he kept moving, waiting for the light from the thruster through the haze and smoke as he doesn't allow himself to stay still.
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The flying armor seem pause, before moving, unsure due to the smoke. Harlock's eye narrow - he could tell he's starting to get to his limits as he's starting to see creeping colored blobs on the rightmost edge of his vision, better get this over before the phantom pain also rears its head.
"The thruster... seems like the best target," He murmurs almost more to himself. "We pull back after this one." Harlock hated running, but logically this was the best call as he kept moving, waiting for the light from the thruster through the haze and smoke as he doesn't allow himself to stay still.