Rolling his shoulders as he stepped up past the others to stand between them and the wall of robots blocking off the street, Vlad cast his eyes up towards the buildings surrounding them. [b]"Might want to press to one side though. Who knows when they'll drop more gun turrets in on us."[/b] The sound of the sharpened tips clinking against the palm of his gauntlets was barely audible as the robots advanced at a slow and steady pace. A slight frown marred his expression before he sighed and just sucked up the fact that it seemed he'd be somewhat less effective in combat.

Accepting that, Vlad continued forward to meet the enemy's advance. Counting on the Vanguards to follow up with whatever openings they could, his walk quickly changed to a full blown run as he rushed down the center of the street to draw all the attention he could. It was a shame Throne had dispatched the earlier group so handily. Would they all break the line and attempt to surround him? Or would the flanks continue on past him, leaving only a small gap for the others to try and slip through to get at the Caster droids?

He was about to find out! Slamming a punch up into one of the mook droids as his other hand caught the straightforward chop, Vlad actually managed to hurl the lighter droid back at its more armored counterparts before he dropped the machete that had been ripped from its grip. Blocking the swings that came in from both sides, he paid more attention to the Art droids lingering in the back as he watched for any signs of the exact sort they might use.