Whether she was first up or hostilities had already commenced, the messy-haired blonde in ragged clothing had warned anyone among them with sensitive electronics to keep their distance. Anybody with, say, a pacemaker, would have a very bad day if they didn't. There was a predatory manner to how Elizabeth moved ahead, keeping her profile low, like a trained resistance fighter, moving out before looking around her to check nobody would see, before the right arm began to shift, unsheathing and reconfiguring into something which began to send out pulses of electromagnetic energy. Military-grade pulses, swamping the immediate area around her with intense energetic fields, disrupting networks and frying unshielded circuits.
A few moments later and she began to advance, striding forth, confident and-
Violet plasma laced through the air from mechanised sentries. Not everything was in range, nor was everything unshielded. Thin beams of energy which would surely kill any human being unfortunate enough to be caught in their path; raking the ground around her as she fell.
By rights, she should be laying dead. Instead, something slowly raised; holes in skin and clothing revealing a gleam of reflective armour, before metallic fluid smoothly grew back over them and sealed. The momentary illusion of 'Elizabeth Hastings' was no more, revealed not as alien, but another of them. Something designed, not for these battlefields, but those of 2032.
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Reaching to a fallen machine, a cannon far too heavy for any human to use was levered up from the rubble and swung in the direction of what had fired upon her. Plasma exchanged with plasma in needle-like precision and Elizabeth coldly continued her advance: A one-woman artillery barrage unleashing the machines' own weapons against them.