Zimmy knew her options were extremely limited. She'd seen Daryll struggle with the robot bastards, and she knew that they were tough. Tougher than she was by far. There was no way she was taking them out head-on.

And, to make matters worse, she was on the exact opposite side of the wreckage as the truck. A bunch of metal kluggers were between her and the vehicle. "Well, fuck." Not much else to say. They hadn't noticed her yet, but they would soon, and then it would be all over.

A gleam caught her eye on the ground. It was near her feet: it was the arm cannon they had severed from the robot. She knelt and scooped it from the earth; the air whoosed from her lungs. It was fucking heavy. And loud: as she staggered under the weight, one of the other robots turned to face her. It must have heard her gasp. "Fuck," she muttered, poking around at the exposed wires. "Come on, you bitch."

The robot came closer and closer as she fumbled with the cannon. If she took any longer, she'd have to just drop the thing and try to skate around the metalhead instead.

"Come on, come on come on come--" the cannon roared in her arms, blasting death toward the robots and sending her flying in the other direction. She barely got her feet under her before she hit the ground hard. She stumbled, muttering death threats to whoever had come up with the stupid idea to come out here in the first place, and re-aimed the cannon. She wasn't sure if it had done anything to the robot in front of her, but the thing had stopped, at least. "Okay, red wire on blue--" again a cannon blast shot into the robot, knocking it back another step. Hm.

Maybe she could...with a grunt, Zimmy flexed all of her Citadel-built muscle and shifted the gun to one hand. With the other, she smoothed out a pathway of Mist below the robot, all friction removed.

The next blast sent the robot skidding backward at least twenty feet, knocking it flat on its back and clearing Zimmy a bit of room to get to the truck. She breathed deep, shuddering with protest at the heavy cannon in one hand. "Fuck this," she hissed, and started to move.

Each time she came near a robot, she would point the cannon, remove the friction from beneath the stupid hunk of metal, and blast it away with the cannon. She knew she was overextending herself, but she was WARDEN--they were made of sterner stuff than most. She could probably go for another ten minutes of this pace before things got too bad. 

That was until three robots convened on her at once. There was no way she was going to be able to shoot them all, so she had to drop the cannon and move [i]fast[/i]. Instead of smoothing the Mist below them, this time she extended her hands like claws, and pulled as much mist away from the robots feet as she could. Then she sent all that Mist seeping into the Earth below, ordering the rock to liquefy until fifteen feet down.

The robots dropped like...well, like metal. In the span of five seconds they had disappeared into the sandy abyss, leaving Zimmy with an all-but-clear route to the truck.

Now the Mist whined in her mind, urging her on to use it more and more. She knew it wasn't good, but that quicksand wouldn't last forever, and the robots probably could escape it easily. She sucked in her breath and jumped forward, pulling the Mist behind her, and stretching the Mist in front of her. The combined effect propelled her across the rest of the clearing with insane speed, to the point where she nearly fell over when she landed in front of the truck.

She leapt up into the vehicle with a grace entirely unfitting for anyone intoxicated, flashing a bright smile at Setzer before her legs suddenly gave out beneath her. She slammed unceremoniously into the floor, her mind buzzing with energy, but her body gasping. She knew that feeling: Mistburn. Or, more accurately, right before mistburn. She was more or less at her limit. Any more magic, and the buzzing would get stronger and stronger, and she might burst into flames, or go manic and try to set everyone on fire, or something equally uncouth.

Better to rest and let herself calm down. "So, guys," she gasped, "I told you it'd be the part of a lifetime, didn't I? Didn't believe me, huh? Well, I told you so." She wanted to be snarkier, but her mind was still stuck on loop, saying [i]MORE MIST MORE MIST MORE MIST MORE--[/i] she wasn't in any position to throw around sass. "C'mon," she mumbled weakly.