Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20150403120300/@comment-26104528-20150415013737

Ha, I always knew blowing all those quarters on those mechanical bull rides would pay off one day...

Fritz held Sturmhund's scissors in a death grip as the spider droid took him for a ride around the train car. By this point, the wires and piping in the joint had been thouroughly minced and that cannon silenced and all that was holding it on was a sheared metal skeleton. Rather impressive considering the abuse Fritz had been inflicting on it.

Not sure if Sturmhund's bayonet is strong enough to pry this thing off, but I can't wast too much time on this thing...

Needing to finish the job, Fritz pulled Sturmhund from the mangled joint and positioned himself on top of the right shoulder cannon. Likely, the droid could barely sense anything from that cannon, but it sensed just enough to know that its unwelcome rider was there. With a mighty heave, the spider Droid slammed itself into the wall, tearing off the dead wieght. Exactly what Fritz wanted; the merc jumped off, claws extended and found them anchored into a relativly uncorroded and stable part of the Droid's frontal armor, staring it in its damaged optics cluster.

Fritz gave the mechanical beastie a bastard's grin before plunging Shrekfaust in through a corroded hole, deploying pneumatic blade, claws, and magnum.