"With pleasure, luv," Grissom said, leaping into the air. A triple somersault in the air ended with a kick in the head of one of the robots, taking it completely off.
Guns blazing, he managed to shoot a few, but battles like this weren't won with bullets. Grissom knew enough about this sort of thing to know that. Closing his eyes, he began teleporting large hunks of circuitry and wiring out of his cyborg assailants.
Rama Avatar stood with silent indignation, Caliburn glowing bright green. As the robots entered into close proximity, the man who would be Mason would hack them to pieces. It was a glorious sight.
Thunderbird's mace crackled with otherworldly energy as he smacked a robot in the chest, simultaneously shorting it out and bursting it to shrapnel. He let out a furious warcry, charging for more of the robots.
Brianna Finnula swooped down, shrieking as she dove. As she did so, several of the robots began to crack at the seams. After that, a crossbow bolt to the chest pretty well took care of them. Brianna smiled as she did battle, exhilirated to be having something to do.
The Unidentified Man fired off a few rounds, before going mental... literally. A telekinetic force blast lashed out at a group of four or five of the androids, splitting them in two. Smiling, he holstered his weapon... for the time being.
Robo-Squirrel took a few moments, processing the situation.
"Current coordinates: non-global. Sensors indicating dozens of synthetic lifeforms, possibly hostile."
Looking around for a few moments more, he saw several robots firing off rounds at Phil, which he deflected with a telekinetic shield.
...and he processed.
He saw Rama slicing through them with the verdant Caliburn.
...and he processed.
He saw Grissom Montag skillfully dodging robotic laser fire as he fired off a few rounds from his gun.
...and he processed.
He saw Banshee using her 'banshee cry' to shake a pursuing robot before flying higher in the room to avoid oncoming fire.
...and he processed.
He saw Ed Cicciotto laugh as he smashed another robot attacker with his mace.
...and he processed.
Finally, a laser bolt flew by him, narrowly missing his tail.
"Sensors indicate definite hostilities. ROBO-SQUIRREL... AWAY!"
And, with that, the robotic rodent joined the battle...
