So, only seven of them had made it out. Now that the shaft had been sealed off and the lower floors were being flooded, it seemed like that would be the entirety of the jailbreak. Now, it was just a matter of getting past the Warden, another fucking drongo robot. Were real people just too expensive or something? KB shook his head. This monstrosity was all that stood between him and freedom.

The young lady had suddenly turned into a hulking horned beast and was now grappling with the Warden. Although KB was no strategic planner, he had been in enough fights to think clearly and calmly about his opponent's weaknesses. Deceit and analysis were vital skills. The other man, who looked kinda like that one millionaire who had been all over the news for some reason, seemed to be doing something to the robot, though what it was didn't seem immediately apparent. Some kind of hex, maybe. 

A robot that big and heavily armored had to be very heavy. That meant strain on the joints, which had to accommodate this massive weight. As the two behemoths wrestled, Karate Bastard rushed forwards with a scream, nimbly dodging a thrashing whip and whirling the nunchaku he had improvised from the arms of one of the guards. With that, he launched a lightning fast flurry of strikes with his weapon, aiming primarily for the Warden's knees and ankles. If he could get the metal beast to fall or even stumble, it would allow the others to pile on and reduce the fucker to a pile of secondhand scrap. Assuming the others were any damn good. If not, Karate Bastard figured he would do all of the work himself, as he usually did.