Grissom strained against the T5 robot as beads of sweat trickled down his forehead. The endeavour was ultimately futile, however, as whatever ordinances Grissom managed to teleport away from the android, the alien tech managed to adapt, absorbing metallic substances and circuitry from the ship he stood. Metallic laughter chirped from the android's mantis like form, oddly forboding to Grissom.
"Damn..." Grissom muttered, 'porting his guns back into his hands. "Damn thing managed to get some upgrades..."
As Grissom fired off several shots, he caught a glimpse of another battle out of the corner of his eye. Brianna was flying high above, dodging blaster bolts from the technological gauntlet of Johnny Omicron. He was chasing her so quickly that there was no room for the Banshee to let loose her wail. She was completely on the aerial defensive... and Grissom didn't like the look of it.
Thinking quickly, Grissom 'ported away his guns and replaced them with a hand grenade from his pack. In another flash of a moment, the grenade had vanished, leaving only the pin in Grissom's hand. Three seconds later, a large explosion erupted from the heart of the T5 robot's innards.
Almost immediately, however, the robot began adapting, his sinews knitting with one of the large cannons aboard the ship. He was already rebuilding... but Grissom had other concerns.
"Bri!" he called. The love of his life looked down. In the moment their eyes met and unspoken words were exchanged. They had a plan.
Swooping down low to the ground, Banshee whizzed by Grissom who made himself ready by 'porting a set of earplugs directly into his ears. As Johnny Omicron whizzed by, the Sandcrawler leapt onto his back, wrapping an arm tightly around the entreprenuer's neck.
Immediately, Omicron's attention was diverted from Banshee as his hands reached up to his neck in an attempt to shake Grissom off. At that moment, Banshee turned mid-air, facing Omicron, her crossbow in hand. As Omicron flew by, she let loose her wail just a Grissom 'ported Johnny's helmut from his head.
No longer insulated from the high level of sonics, Omicron let out a shriek, covering his ears. As a result, he lost all concentration, his rocket boots sending him careening toward the ground.
At the last possible minute, Grissom leapt off of the man's back with a triple aomersault, landing perfectly on his feet. Brianna landed directly beside him, spreading her wings as she landed.
"He's grounded, hon," she said, smiling as she smacked Grissom on the ass.
"Sure thing, luv," Grissom said, grabbing her by the waist and giving her a long, deep kiss. He batted his eyebrows at her as Omicron slowly stood up. "I'll take it from here. You go help Rama out with that Blue guy, alright?"
"You got it," Banshee said, winking. "Take care of yourself, Montag," she said, taking flight.
"You too, luv," he responded as she flew off. "You too."
Grissom stood ready as Johnny Omicron finally rose to his feet. His rocket boots fizzled, broken. Omicron wouldn't be taking flight again during this fight.
"Grissom Montag," he snarled, unsheathing his new adamantium sword. "World's greatest thief. They say you're an expert gunslinger... but how are you with a blade, I wonder?"
"Care to find out?" Grissom asked as a twelve-inch custom-made hunting knife appeared in his hand. "Let's dance, Johnny..."
