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Disregarding his armed oponnents, the robot simply headed to the Southeast ((I think >.<)), towards the West part of Downtown.
((Bye bye.))

[I hath returned and two of our team-mates are still missing right then.]

Sol stood next to the crew laughing maniacally at it all he had both of his massive hand guns drawn ready to perform the rite of death. He calmly applied pressure to the triggers of both weapons and expelled a few of the massive slugs and the spiraled towards his prey. The muzzle flash that each released was enough to roast marshmellows or burn any one who happened to be nearby.

Watching as the robot fled from the combat provided it Fischig jumped into the ruins bellow him. Landing in a crouch he moved quickly, calling for the others to follow him. Drawing his powersword he bellowed out a call to arms to the robot when he ran to the street, looking to see what way it went.

Nascen put the gun back over his shoulder, his pounding now. No doubt, this was their target, he'd seen it change. Not human, not alive; it was one of the murderous robots, and it was time that God's will be done, hopefully he'd just be fit to carry it out.

He dropped himself slowly and carefully to the ground onto his feet and followed Fischig at a two yards distance, and turned toward the indicated alley, listening to the voice in his headpiece, and taking a step or two back, giving himself a clear shot. Raising one hand, he concentrated magic energy in his hand; at the distance of only a streets width, not even a really major street, it should be fully effective.

The magic energy swelled and pulsated for a minute, and then violently it's pulse had effect on the world around them. A sound of deafening proportions on a frequency high enough that human ears could pick up only a trace of it echoed from his palm and he dug his feet in as he slid just a tad backward, and a wall of the pulsing motion, a wall of sound and air, rushed forward like a cannon shot into the alleyway, shattering any windows inside, and flipping trashcans over and throwing them far back.

Hearing the report over the headset and his team mate sending forth a burst of sonic power of some sort. Making note to ask later about that he followed behind. Surronding his body with his mental powers he lifted himself up while traversing after the robot. Not sparing time for words he reached roof level and saw the fleeing monster. As soon as his foot set down he reached out and the ceilings began to move and rock with unseen force as the support structures beneath gave way and with the massive weight of the robot pressing down in such localised areas only adding further to the stress, the roof was already collasping.

Alan hastily put up the camera and slid down a drainpipe to the street.
"He has taken to the roofs." He shouted as he passed the other two at a run. He jumped and grabbed a lamp post, from there he swung onto an awning and up onto the roof adjacent to the one the robot was on. He whipped out his retractible rope and let it down so the others could climb up.

((Is this a report about Macro 3 sending a burst of sonic, power, or is someone else sending out a burst of sonic power?))

Macro 3's first response was to try and jump off the roof, but it was too late, and it began to fall. It reached its arm out as it dropped below roof-level, and the arm shot out rapidly, stretching to the street-front wall. Anchoring its claw on the wall, the same arm contracted, propelling the machine under Fischig.

It's head shot up, turning into a blade and making a swipe as it passed under the holy knight.