Over radio to team: 'I'd say we leave here as soon as possible. As Logos said before, these hunterbots think independently, which is why I'd like to leave here before they get the idea we're a threat too.'
'Logos, is it safe to use the lift yet?'
Use lift if it's available yet. Then gather rest of the Team and go to base level.
"I wouldn't recommend it quite yet."
"He is made out of stone, also so that's what it was."
To whoever the team leader is:"We should see what the assembly place is if we are allowed."
Go to assembely place regardless once lift is useable.
You basically just stand around, waiting for the banging and screaming to stop coming from the elevator shaft.
Brace myself as best I can then throw my entire body weight at the robot and try to knock it off balance so it crashes into the ground beneath me absorbing the impact.
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You lift both arms and legs and slam them back against the wall as the robot scrapes you down, shoving yourself off the wall just as the shaft ends and opens up into the large room with all the hallways. Your last ditch effort wasn't enough to break free or to throw the machine off it's game by much, but it's enough to spin it a few degrees and lessen the blow when it slams you into the ground, arms cracking like a whip as it pulls up just before hitting the floor, piledriving you.
[end:1+2] Your left arm and a good part of your chest shatter into black obsidian shards that bounce out around you, scattering and falling to dust as they click across the metal floor. You barely have time to realize what happened before the machine's hands are moving on you, some shifting to your right wrist, the others to the rest of your body. It begins to pull, trying to tear you apart.
PRIME THE BOMB!
You press a button on the bomb and it activates, a small lcd screen displaying it's detonation frequency.
"Question, are you sure it's telling the truth about letting us out freely?"
Check both ways on the shaft to see if there's any other robots out here.
You walk very slowly and very carefully to the shaft as the machine decends out of sight, the sound of Leon scraping against metal softening as it pulls away. You look down the shaft. It looks empty, save for the flaming exhaust of the machine and a shiny, scratched up path where it dragged leon.