IG42
Paranoid Android
Bryn Evan-Miles
Taking a direct hit from the cement pellet Bryn's mech lurched when it went to take another step and nearly toppled over jerking it's pilot around banging his head of part of the frame, leaning forward out of his seat he looked at the gummed up foot. "Ah how intriguing! Just what I'd expect of a pro." Rather than seeming upset at being hobbled he enthusiastically made a note completely ignoring a small trickle of blood from where he had bashed himself. "Hmm maybe if I'd gotten a jackhammer I could break that off..."
Still musing to himself he tried to turn on the spot then quickly seized up as the jammed in staff made itself known. "That's it! Give me more data!" Getting more overexcited Bryn blindly swung the steel arms around underneath him trying to drive IQ back for a moment while he hastily kludged together another way to stay mobile. After a minute the legs slumped down dumping the torso above where the staff was lodged onto the ground with a screech of tires the upper portion rolled away and turned back to face IQ on the eight wheels taken from the forklift and scissor lift, raising it's vending machine arm cannon he fired a trio of bottled drinks that burst on impact leaving sticky puddles on the floor.
ManofManyRoles
Taking a direct hit from the cement pellet Bryn's mech lurched when it went to take another step and nearly toppled over jerking it's pilot around banging his head of part of the frame, leaning forward out of his seat he looked at the gummed up foot. "Ah how intriguing! Just what I'd expect of a pro." Rather than seeming upset at being hobbled he enthusiastically made a note completely ignoring a small trickle of blood from where he had bashed himself. "Hmm maybe if I'd gotten a jackhammer I could break that off..."
Still musing to himself he tried to turn on the spot then quickly seized up as the jammed in staff made itself known. "That's it! Give me more data!" Getting more overexcited Bryn blindly swung the steel arms around underneath him trying to drive IQ back for a moment while he hastily kludged together another way to stay mobile. After a minute the legs slumped down dumping the torso above where the staff was lodged onto the ground with a screech of tires the upper portion rolled away and turned back to face IQ on the eight wheels taken from the forklift and scissor lift, raising it's vending machine arm cannon he fired a trio of bottled drinks that burst on impact leaving sticky puddles on the floor.
ManofManyRoles