The chaos in here is overwhelming. Peridot was never made to serve on a battlefield, and while the carnival has faced their fair share of threats before, there's something pretty extra about this particular fight. She grits her teeth and flinches as the shots land around them and ping off Steven's shield, snarling defiantly.

"If I can get at her back, I can cut some of those arms off and try to make a hole into the chassis from there," she says to both Syr and Zan. Seems more sensible than going for the front, anyway.