Hey, everyone gets through their issues how they need to. Soldat doesn't judge. They just keep fighting until there's another lull, aided in no small part by Natsuno and his limb-ripping skill.

Then they drop into a crouch, catching their breath. The metal arm's plates all expand, revealing some of the arm's inner workings, trying to get cool air over the components to keep it from overheating. "Still good?" they ask Natsuno.