"Ay, Don Robot. Lamento decirlo pero su falta de sutileza es tan inconveniente como efectiva su armadura". Fantasma called out as he nonchalantly walked out into the street from one of the nearby buildings. His attitude was that of someone going out for a stroll, cane in hand, and did not fit the ruined, evacuated city that surrounded him. Nevermind that he had just walked right through a wall. "You make lot of noise, good sir, raise alert. Is fine, I fix problem", he said to the robot as he put his hand inside his pocket. He had indeed incapacitated one of the invaders, a scout following the tank MAX had just reduced to a scrap heap.

The little grey had sneaked inside the building to call for backup before running into Fantasma, who simply could not have him making a ruckus. "Now, you not move, yes?", he said as he pulled out his navaja from the pocket, drawing the blade with a flick of the wrist. It was oddly diffuse. "Very still, I cut you out". Fantasma took a dramatic pause, barely a moment, before he once again flicked his arm like a whip, and the knife cut deeply into the enemy craft, well beyond the reach of the blade. He repeated the operation twice before being satisfied with the result. The machine should be able to easily pry the remains apart now. "Freedom for you, Don Robot".