The Exo nods once and swings around her cover. She sets her wrist against the side of it, steadying her aim as she begins to fire. Her muzzle flashes, bright plumes of flame roiling forth. Bullets slam into her targets, leaving holes in twitching, shadowy forms. They ripple, then fall in upon themselves. When the last one goes down, Seraphim looks to Sigma. "Go!" she shouts.