Mithias gasped mid-air as the rocket exploded and the robot appeared. All those pieces of fast schrapnel... He didn't have the mental acuity and dexterity to telekinetically catch and shift each one. A lot of the bits rained down onto the city below, causing damage, injury, and possibly death.

Seeing Asura had engaged the robot, Mithias thought to help the clueless denizens and swooped down. "Get back in your homes! Seek cover!" He yelled at the inhabitants, hoping they would be able to escape whatever havoc was going to rain down next. This somehow reminded him of a time long ago when he had tried to protect humans from vampires. Ohh the powers the predatory undead had. Mere people were just as helpless then. Families fell like rabbits in the fields, and it wasn't even fair. Here he was, once again, repeating the same history. He glared up at the eternal and simultaneously non-existent god above in recognition of the irony of his understanding.