Thief's mind was flooded with information, visions. This beast, fighting, striking down robots larger than itself in a single blow. But it was strange, it wobbled when it moved. It's legs, that was it. Powerful though they were, Thief could also see death tracing along them. These legs were not built for movement. Movement was secondary to the leap and the kill. This thing, this 「Blue Reaper」, was never meant for a fight like this. It hadn't killed its prey, by some miracle it hadn't killed its prey, in a single blow and now the shoe was on the other foot. Would it retreat, leap away were it not in the grips of madness? Yes, yes, that's what a thinking robot would do. But not this one. This one would stay, fighting a battle it was never meant to. One it could not win.

Thief pitied it for its living death.

"The legs." Thief of Bagdad called out to the Blue Reapers opponent. "Break the legs. Immobilize it. Do not kill it."