West analyzed the situation at hand, it was pretty impressive that all these other recruits were so skilled in hand to hand combat, he had to admit. But in his mind, what good was your ability to fight up close if you could keep a foe from even getting near you? This thought boosted his confidence as he located another bot. It was getting ready to round the corner and take one of the recruits by surprise. This recruit, he had not yet had the pleasure of meeting, but it was obviously a girl. She had retreated to a darker part of the village to recover after a confrontation with a machine. Well, if Hood could help it, he would make sure she got an extended recovery.

And he did.

He purposely fired his first shot behind the bot's knee, causing its leg to fail and making it tumble several yards. It came to a rest in front of Louisiana very suddenly, and West ended it with another simple headshot, followed by a shot to the chest and a reload. "Merry birthmas..." He remarked. Two kills for him. But before he could pick out another target, he was picked up by his head and tossed into the wall of the bell tower rather roughly.

West pulled himself to his feet after having his back slammed against a wall, and looked up to see a third machine. Clearly, it had followed him up here from before and had just taken a while to catch up to Hood. If it had seen him while he was set up, he would have seen it and taken it down earlier. "Rats..." He muttered before drawing his custom-made, antique Bowie Knife. It had a solid neptune-blue blade with a gold, edged handle. For the inch of the blade closest to the handle, the sharp end was jagged. "Party time."

The robot charged West. West anticipated this and he sidestepped just as the robot passed him, and he roundhouse kicked it in the back of the head, slamming it against the wall in the same spot that he was. He then stabbed it in the back of the neck with his knife. The bot turned and swung his arm in an arc, knocking West onto his back. The machine pounced on him just as he yanked his M6 from its holster and swept the robot's legs out from under it with a sweep kick, forcing it to land on its side. West the aimed the magnum at his knife, still lodged in the thing's neck, and fired. The round twisted the blade a little over 90 degrees with its momentum, and the humanoid cog system twtched before going limp. 

"Man, I am awesome." He smirked before climbing back down the tower to find a new spot.