What's a brawl between friends? (Devon)

The gunshots rang out but his shield was more than up for blocking the damage. Impact was low, not as harsh as metal bullets. Rubber? Probably, they were technically for law enforcement so a less than lethal weapons made sense. Made his job easier though, much less stressful to stop and way less damaging if he missed one. This was proving to be a lot of fun already.

Tempest was already in action with the smaller models, giving Artair the space and peace of mind to really commit to his big friends. "You metal b------'s have had this coming since you rolled out of the factory." Sure, swearing at a machine was not as satisfying as giving a person a piece of his mind but it was basically instinct at that point.

One of them move to fire more rounds at his friend so the Scot leapt into action, throwing the shield into it's firing line and charging the other. The weapon he'd had just on the edge slammed into being in his hands. A crow's beak warhammer, perfect for dealing with armoured targets. Bring it up as he closed on the mech he feinted a hit towards it's chest before bring the weapon in close and smashing it down onto the things feet.

That, that was a damn satisfying crunch if ever he'd heard one. Better it looked like the thing wasn't quite ready for that particular tactic which gave him the time to launch himself onto the other one.

Shield flying into view to push the metal arm trying to swipe at him and giving a nasty hit to it's knee joint on the way past he rounded it and set his stance. This attack needed him solidly planted. Expelling a deep breathe he swung the pointed beak in a wide arc, aiming to take it low in side. Really mess up it's nice a delicate electronics. To his surprise though, the b----- things entire upper body rotated round as it's legs stayed where they were.

"F---ing robots. That's just cheating." A metal fist met the hammer with way more force than he'd been expecting, shatter the weapon and sending him tumbling backwards.

Flat on his back was not a good start to a fight. Especially given how big his opponents were. Rolling backwards to his feet and shaking away the ringing in his ears his gaze fixed evilly on the bot that had smacked him. Scattering the shield he made another hammer, forcing all his power and then some into one construct. Defence was well and good but he was angry and wanted to hit something.

Glancing across to his friend, "You alright on your own for a while? I'm gonna have my hands full turning these to scrap."