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Eustathios couldn't believe his eyes, there was something gravely wrong with this picture. The man whom he had just destroyed suddenly appeared next to the robot, like nothing had happened to it. Plus, the robot wasn't getting smaller, even though it kept dispensing good sized chunks of it's body at them. Logic said that mass should diminish as it was dispersed, this wasn't the case. After a few seconds of stumbling about mentally, attempting to piece together this picture, he realized a few key things.

One, the shadows were all wrong for the light, and two the man who kept just strolling along, his hands were glowing, like they were on fire. To the Spartan he figured that this man was the real enemy, the other two were just puppets. Especially how the robot would go out of it's way to protect him. And then he remembered last night, the copies of the shade-thing they had fought seemed so realistic, but turned out to be fakes. He understood now, he understood now! Roaring in anger, he huddled his body close. Arms pulling in, knees bending, and chest hunching over. The rocket launcher spear pointed out in front of him as he ran along the side walk.

One, then, two, and three. The trio of burning explosives flew out from his spear and towards Sullivan, attempting to get through the robots defenses. He knew that the creature would try and intercept them, as it had done before. Anger, it seethed through him, all he could think about was killing that man who he believed was causing his bruise upon his honor. Sullivan.

So the robot has a ting for changing shape. Joy. All Gamma had on him was the automag with iron slugs. They'd punch through quarter-inch steel plating on velocity alone, but robots usually weren't sheets of metal. Especially when it had no apparent vital pieces, what with all the shape changing.

And the other a*****e just at a bunch of grenades and came back for more. So bullets would probably just piss him off.

Should have brought plasmite rounds

What he had was an automag trained down the street where two guys and a robot were. Then the robot ballooned and jumped into the air. Didn't leave a whole lot of choices of s**t to shoot at, except the guy that was hanging out back there doing nothing.

With one eye staring down the length of the barrel sight at the guy with the glowing hands. Gamma always aimed for the chest, despite the likelihood for personal armor. Squeezing the trigger...

Five hypervelocity iron slugs made their way in a tight group for Sir Glowinghands' chest. And another burst of five a moment after, for good measure.

If he had sufficient armor or just took them and kept going, Gamma was s**t out of luck for things to do at this distance.

"Take thisss!"

Eustathios roared as he ran ahead, straight towards the legs of the beast, the remaining distance quickly disappeared. His spear whirred to life, turning into a drill and slamming straight into one of the main joints at the leg. He hoped to cripple the being, when suddenly a new threat presented itself. The Spartan almost didn't even see it coming, and he was fairly sure if he hadn't had his shields, then he would have been a goner. Now he knew firsthand why a spartan was never allowed to return from battle without his shield, it was his life.

The fireball collided with his titanium shield, sending up flames and dispersing the attack in a great hail of energy. He rolled to side as it impacted, it was a very odd roll, but a roll all the same. This also helped to throw off any extra force which might cause a problem for his arm and it increased his rolling momentum. Quickly digging his feet against the cement he attempted to slide on his shields, under and past the gaps which had presented themselves with the Robot. Hoping to join the others in battle, and going to finally kill their main objective. Who seemed so close now, close enough to wound, to rend, to eviscerate. At which point he move as far away from the robot as he could and running as fast as his body would allow it towards Sullivan. The sounds of gun fire, another fireball colliding and the background noise added to the chaos of the battle, this was what he had wanted all along.

Tadashi watched the carnage from his window, letting out a puff of smoke.

"It's time," he said.



((Also, for the record, I do realize that I left Sullivan exposed to Eustathios.))

Another metal plate launching for him?

This just wasn't Miles day.

It launched it directly though which put its aim off as Miles was still running. Running for Sullivan.

But it still caught him. It clipped his shield and the force spun him about, his legs twisting beneath him before he could regain his forward momentum. For the moment he stumbled just to keep up right.

Only for the moment though. Sullivan had been thrown onto his back and Miles was inclined to return a favour.

Shifting his weight as he regained himself and closed that last small distance before dropping his weight unto the man. Landing on his lower body with his now partially deformed shield.

"Ha, figures." Tadashi shook his head. "Look, I don't mind if you go on ahead. I'm going to wait for an opening before I head up--getting caught up in crossfire doesn't quite appeal to me right now."

Crushed and pierced!

The bot faded from view, as Sullivan's life force faded.



These were the marbles clutched in Sullivan's hands.