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Smashing through walls meant rubble, and rubble meant stuff to throw, big heavy chunks of stuff. Gambion started to walk towards the robot as it smashed through the building. A chunk of rock careened towards him and he caught it with his mind.

The rock floated in front of him for a moment as its momentum slowed down, then it threw itself back towards the robot, aiming at the legs in an attempt to hit one of the knees and break it. Big rocks tended to break things pretty well.

Of course, if all the legs were covered it would just head for the bottom of the body portion. No sense in throwing at something that was covered.

Mozz sprinted up the street as the robot tried to escape through the building. He created a mold platform below him and turned to his allies “Anyone who wants a mold-a-vator ride common, the things getting away!”

He’s wait a few moments to see if anyone wanted to sue his unconventional mode of transportation before making the platform grow upwards and place him and anyone who wished to accompany safely at the rooftop of the building adjacent to the one the Robot was currently in.

“We’re gonna have to follow the thing for now. I cant do much until I get something heavy to smash it with.”

Aiolos looked down at the moss on the street. He had a sudden feeling of Deja vu. Mozz's moss and something capable of making fire. Hm. He ran out of his cover and started playing. The song started quickly, each note punching the air. He took a quick gasp, and kept playing, the flute running through sixteenth note after sixteenth note. The air started to whirl about the moss. Aiolos started to walk, playing his song. He'd take a whole rest every once in a while to breathe, but he kept up the winds. It was a long walk, but he needed all the time for his tornado to build up.

Well now, this wasn't working. As he was showered with rubble, he used one arm to keep hold of his blade while the other shielded his face. Once they were through though Allen decided to take the easy path here. He could see the logo but didn't recognizing it, and getting it in one piece didn't seem likely. So instead he took out his cell phone with his free hand and took a quick photo of the logo on the walker. He could show it to Joe and Sam later, they'd be more likely to recognize it.

That done he would hide his phone away again, new image saved, and put both hands on the blade again. And he would begin charging energy up into it again, though he wouldn't even try curring quite yet.

"God I hope this works. You alright up there, Athan, since we both seem to be stuck on this thing?"

What th-?!

Athan's head ducked forward as they went crashing through the warehouse. Rocks pinged off his head as well as his armor, temporarily interrupting his digging around at the hole he had created. The screech from inside the walker didn't help that endeavor, either.

"Don't like that, do ya?"

Athan struggled up to a standing position, using his sword as a balance. While whatever was inside may have been trying to hold his sword in place to keep Athan from pulling it out...maybe...

"How do you like THIS?"

And he pushed the sword down, aiming to stab the weapon straight through all the way up to its hilt.

Of course, that would mean Athan would be laying flat on his chest in order to hold on now, because he was not all that gifted in the realm of balance. Then he heard a voice, a familiar one, at that.

"The hel--Where are you?"

Wow, what Chen would give for it to be raining water instead of more concrete. The walker was really causing a mess in its wake, Chen dodging left to right to get away from the debris that was falling from above. Leaping and ducking, he aims again, firing his bullets, but then notices a heat-wave pass through the air, fired directly at him. It was a little more opaque in visual to him due to his abilities, so he saw it as this faint-colored sphere of heat.

"s**t!" Diving forward and to his right toward a corner in the wall, he twists his body to have the right shoulder facing down, barely dodging the heat projection, the temperature felt against his face before they both pass, Chen slamming into the wall as he slides along the ground. "Ugh!"

The heat attack probably was destroying more of the building by now, but at least Chen was alright. Getting to his feet quickly, he puts his pistols away, going back to jogging after the thing. Fortunately it slowed down, so he didn't have to worry about catching up it. Now removing his Desert Eagle from the holster at the right of his waist, he cocks the hammer and aims. The more powerful .44 bullets should do the trick. And to think of what they will do once enhanced. Crazy.

With the gun aimed, Chen takes time to focus his energy yet again into the ammunition of his newly drawn gun, right index finger ready on the trigger. He aims his gun at one of the turrets, the one that had released that heat blast, and fires in an attempt to destroy that method of attack.

"Anima, huh?"

That word struck a pretty strong chord with the swordsman now far more than it ever would have before.

"I've got something you'll probably be interested in, then."