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Believe it or not, something found him.


"...oh, shi-"

CRASH!

Robotic brontosauri, believe it or not, are not an all-too-common thing to have falling from the sky. However, broken glass is an every day occurrence in the action-packed land of Gaia. He knew the sound, just like anyone would; and just like anyone would, he looked up... and that was where he did what anyone would.

He ran like a sissy.

I mean, seriously. Robot dinosaur. Falling from the sky. You don't stand there with a tropical drink umbrella and wait for the shadow to engulf you.

Tuck and roll, sweat bullets, and get back on your feet as soon as possible incase something else decides to rain down on you. s**t tends to come in pairs.

Fortunately, robotic dinosaurs tended not to come in pairs...one seemed more than adequate. For now.

The brontosaurus would land with a crash, each of its four legs creating a seperate crater from the impact. Concrete shattered beneath its weight, but James had fortunately escaped from underneath it.

The robot reared its head back, and let loose another synthetic roar to the sky. Its tail lashed out, whipping around toward James.

Its feet, on the other hand, seemed mired in the street for the moment.

"Bad choice of words? No time for jokes, you want it sharp and how heavy, or does none of that matter?" Zen rushed to the unconcious Jack and lifted him onto his shoulders in case it charged towards them, then he wouldn't have to worry about him later.

Seeing as everyone in the immediate vicinity was so desensitized to weird s**t happening they didn't even think of actually helping out, James was left in a b it of a pickle.

If he were near the rear of the dinosaur, he'd be in the path of a giant tail. In which case, he'd get his a** back on the ground as soon as he could, and probably not very gracefully.

If he wasn't... well, he'd run for the front, because tails aren't really famous for their ability to swing anywhere but near the a** of what they were attached to. If he could get to near the chest, with the robot's feet still trapped in the pavement he should be safe from the tail long enough to get a thought in edgewise that wasn't shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit.

(edit: meant to fire, forgot to put that in the first one)

Adam looked at the fallen brontosaurus, then looked down at his AK. He thought of what damage the rounds from the gun would do to such a massive creature. Not much.

He tossed the AK around his shoulder by the sling and let it hang behind him, then darted forward. Turning into an Alleyway, he jumped up and grabbed a hold of the edge of a fire escape. He then pulled himself up and rushed to the roof of the building. From there, he reached back and pulled out his high powered, AS50 sniper rifle. The 50 caliber rounds sound easily pierce that metal monster, he thought. Kneeling down, he flipped up the cover of his scope and took aim for one of the hind legs of the beast. He quickly adjusted his scope for the distance and wind, lined up his shot, held his breath, made one more shot adjustment, and fired at one of it's hind knees.

((Pick whichever scenario works for you, James.

...Oliveman apparently has accurate measurements. We can go with those.))

Whichever way James went, the tail would fail to hit him, and keep swinging. The arc was wide enough, though, that he'd be able to get up and run if he was indeed at the rear of the beast.

It seemed to be less trying to hit him and more just lashing out at it struggled to get its legs out of the craters its impact had created. Even as they all rushed to activate their various plans, one front leg (the left one) would come free with a pop.

Adam's bullet tore through the outer casing of the robot, embedding itself into the hind knee, cutting circuits and causing the creature to roar once again. That leg seemed to be having difficulty moving now, jerking strangely where the others were moving in smooth motions.

And Xallen would be able to make out the words on the control panel.

"What am I?" was written above the panel, and on the panel itself were four glowing buttons of different colors, each labeled with its color. From left to right they went...

Orange
Indigo
Dark green
Nectarine

Flat on his a** was the way to go; the metallic tail whiffing by with more than a few inches to spare, thankfully. James wasn't really the biggest fan of close calls. He didn't get that same buzz out of near death experiences that some people seemed to get. In fact, he was perfectly fine avoiding them altogether. His health insurance really preferred that he did, anyways.

Scrambling to his feet as soon as he could, he closed the distance between where he had been and the base of the tail. With something that swings, the tip will always move the fastest. Even if the tail came back for another swipe, getting closer to the base would mean it couldn't catch him off guard like it had the first time.

He'd probably have shouted something dramatic and cool... but really. He was running like a madman to get as close as possible to a 40-foot robot's a**. There's nothing cool about that at all.

However, as he stared up at the base of the tail while he ran, he finally caught a glimpse of that glowing control box on the back of the neck (provided it's high enough off the back that it would be visible).