Impressive. It seems Arty's new ally is not only a good fighter, but a technopath as well. It made him grateful that his armor ran entirely on signals from his own nervous system. You know, just in case. The moment spent observing had cost him, however, and a blast from a second weapons platform struck him full in the back, driving him forward and onto the ground in what had to be a fairly humorous face-plant. So much for looking badass. Arty groaned as he pushed himself up, and even though his armor remained (relatively) unscathed, the flesh beneath had not reacted well to so much force being slammed into him. What pain there was had all but faded by the time he got to his feet, however, and as he turned to face his new opponent he narrowly avoided a second well-aimed blast to his face.

"Hey now, that just ain't nice. At least give a guy a chance to recover first." No such luck. A third blast was evaded with a roll to his left, and a fourth as he leapt up and forward to land on the chassis of the behemoth. The static charge that permeated the air grew in intensity as he slid one sword back into its sheath and swept the other through the twin sensor stalks of the metal beast. Small arcs of electricity began to jump between the fingers of his now empty hand as the charge grew even further, until he finally slammed his hand down onto the metal plating he was standing on and sent out a surge of bio-electric energy strong enough to fry every wire inside the hideous thing. It crashed to the ground in a smoking heap. Good thing magical alien robots still use wiring.

He sheared another smaller robot in two without even looking (gotta get at least a few badass points back after that faceplant), then headed back toward the ship to confer with his ally. "So how much longer till this thing's ready?"