The arm holding that weapon was armored but the weapon itself wasn't. It exploded in the robot's...hand?...sending it reeling to the side.

Which gave Verity an excellent idea. She waited for it to stop moving, tracking the flame-thrower as it raised it to return fire.

Steady...steady... If she didn't get this right, this was going to hurt like hell.

The flame-thrower stopped moving. "There's nothing better than the smell of fresh plasma--" it began.

Verity's bullet slammed into the nozzle of the flame-thrower and a gout of flames whooshed backwards over the unit.