An- I mean, Alaska just chuckled as Washington complained about the robots. "Oh, but that's what makes it so fun!" She said a laugh as she readied her M739 Light Machine Gun. Normally, she would move almost a snail's pace with the weight of the gun, plus her two submachineguns and Jiralhanae combat knife, but the good thing about losing an arm was that the new arm they gave you could handle a lot more weight than your previous one. She took out the magazine, checking it for one last time before reloading it and jumping into the fray.

The first thing she noticed was how the robots were easily starting to push them back. They might be more skilled, but those robots had tactics. Fortunately, big-ass gun usually triumphs over anything. She took cover behind a chest high wall before rolling out and letting out several bursts of fire towards the incoming robots. Two of them were ripped apart by the sheer firepower before the rest started to supress her. She didn't even saw the one coming behind her back due to the combined noise.

Alright, so maybe sometimes tactics DID triumph over big-ass gun.

The robot smacked the machine gun out of Alaska's hand and, before she could react, it grappled and started choking her. The operative quickly grabbed the Jiralhanae combat knife around her belt, which was a lot closer to a sword due to the sheer size, and stabbed the robot on its back with it. If it had been a human the shock would have knocked him out, but the robot just faltered for a few seconds before resuming the chokehold.

Alaska was loving this exercise already.