Soldat places themselves solidly between her and the holograms, launching one back out of the way with a powerful kick. (Or whatever they are. Aren't holograms intangible? Fuck, it doesn't matter.)

God, what they wouldn't give for a rifle of their own, right now. "Get back, behind me, let them focus on me," they order, swinging the metal arm up to block another lunge, throwing this one back out of immediate range as well. "Then you can pick them off."