When he first noticed the leg sweep, Norman could have laughed -- something like that wasn't going to knock him off balance now that he knew to expect it. But when the legs phased through his legs he could feel the circuits shorting out, the rockets dying.

Damn!

Buy her time it did, because Norman had to stop to take off his armor at the legs -- "Damn!" -- after a moment of trying and failing to restart the circuits. He shed the armored pants, running towards her still in armor from the waist up, dressed otherwise in the pressed pants from his suit.