[b]St. Peterburgh, Russia[/b]
[i]Midnight // JANUARY, 23[/i]

Julius observed what the explosion had done to the shoulder. Just the outer plating getting fucked up and wrecked but still functional. So they were tanky, but not really super tanks. They just had the appearance of super tanks. Julius folded his hands behind his head as the robots transformed again back to normal and started to charge him. [color=red]"You're severely underestimating me...that was just a small explosion, your typical grenades power."[/color] He stated as he dropped onto his back, avoiding the slashes before 'melting' into the shadow beneath him.

It was impossible to surround him since he could just phase into a shadow at literally any moment. It also helped he always expertly positioned himself to be standing in or next to another shadow no matter how faint it was. [color=red] "Oh boy, you know our subject names and some of what we can do."[/color] He mocked, changing his tone to be as grating as possible. He zipped off and plopped out of the shadows in a dark corner, probably about twenty feet away from the robots.

While he'd love to go medieval on them, numbers trumped skill every day of the week. He'd have to play the game of cat and mouse... Although the puppeteer did give away that their heads contained cameras. But that could just be a plot to go head hunting. So Julius did the opposite of that and went for their bodies once more. The wounded ones joint bubbled up once more before an even larger explosion rocked its frame, the force was roughly about the same as an H.E. grenade.