Wincing a bit as the bright beams scythed through the air and buildings in mere moments, Vlad couldn't help but whistle a bit at the sheer destruction two droids had caused. [b]"Whew. This is just the start?"[/b] he remarked with a tut even as he back pedaled from the falling debris that threatened to bury the street. Packing that much firepower into a droid had to come with more drawbacks than just a bit of cooling issues, but it didn't seem they'd get a chance to find out more as Throne hurled the pair under a massive chunk of stone. 

With the arrival of another Art users to support Dragoon as she weaved about in the field of raining debris, Vlad spared a moment before turning around to assist Mule in keeping the three armored off their backline. Whether it was the Art droids or Feral stumbling across the source, it felt like he wouldn't have any issues with maintaining the overclock on the other two as he moved back. 

[i][Feral. Art droids are down.][/i] Speaking briefly into the comms to let their lone Specialist know she'd need to pick out another task, Vlad focused on charging into the melee Mule had thrown herself into. Relying on the crashing rubble to cover his heavy approach, he noted that Throne seemed to have reduced the droids' weight with how easily the other Defender was able to push them back. With that in mind, he reached out and grasped the arm of the latest droid forced back by Mule's efforts. 

Maybe if Throne wasn't messing around with it, the droid would have been able to turn this into a contest of strength. With its weight reduced at the moment though, Vlad wrenched the heavily armored robot clear off its feet and dragged it head first across the street. Twisting its arm around, he brought it back around as an improvised club and slammed it clean into one of the remaining two.