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Registering the words as Sickle went flying, it was a miracle that Automaton had enough presence of mind to stay balanced through the weapon's recoil. [color=cyan][i]Well, that's a new one. Wonder if-- Ow![/i][/color] 

Automaton was snapped out of her shock by something clattering into the back of her head. From the looks of it, most people were aiming for Sickle, but their aim seriously sucked. Or maybe they didn't really care about giving her a concussion, because she was involved in this one way or another. 

For her part, the cyborg wasn't happy with this either, but not for any betting reason. Rather, she was annoyed at being robbed of a proper testing opportunity, although she noted the pulse's effects with a note of satisfaction. But while there were things to note - she hadn't missed him catching her hand mid-strike - it didn't amount to nearly as much as a proper fight. Today had given her more ideas than her whole last year in Boston, and she really couldn't have cared less if she was in over her head.

Raising one metallic arm to shield her head, she made her way over to the Covenant's leader, offering him a hand up without really taking into account how many people the seemingly friendly gesture might piss off. After all, she [i]had[/i] sucker-punched him after the fight ended, intentional or not. As she reached out, she spoke with a hint of amusement.

[color=cyan]"You can't sit there forever, you know."[/color] She lowered her voice, not planning to be overheard as her tone grew serious. [color=cyan]"And I don't really feel like walking away yet."[/color]