Yeah, this is exactly what Arizona wanted to see when he woke up that morning; A mechanized army coming to beat his head in. He honestly should have suspected something of the sort when he joined up with the secretive project, still, he liked to believe he had hoped for something better. He didn't of course, so that's why he was quick to move after one of his moronic peers tried to jump straight into the fray and another found it necessary to run away from the incoming wave.

"Imbeciles" He muttered to himself as he stalked away from the main group of Agents, already forming out a plan as he found a hiding place among the shadows of the village. He would out-flank the machines and use his explosives to dispose of them quickly, or he would have, if one didn't turn a corner. The machine's back was to him though, so he had one shot to take it down. 

Taking out his combat knife in one deft movement, he crept closer behind the black armored machine, flipping the blade so it would go straight down through it's neck. Without another thought, he struck at his target with as much force he could muster. The metal of the knife sinking into the metal that made up the machine itself, it felt somewhat satisfying to Arizona. That was, until the machine began to turn and face him. 

"Dammit." Was all the poor Agent got to say as he backed away, unsure of why that hadn't worked. He seemed to finally catch a break as the enemy slumped and finally fell, the machine disabled from the normally lethal blow. Sighing in relief he retrieved his knife, only to see in it's reflection two more of the machines with their guns raised at him. 

"I hate today so much right now." He yelped as he turned to run from the ensuring gunshots.