Glitch nearly jumped when the second bolt went off. Evidently, the vote was two-to-one in favor of the lightning. Message taken. Leave the big bots to Devon or else play lightning rod. At least there wasn't going to be water.

Outnumbered like they were, running was the best option. Yeah, Glitch was going to run like the others had said and get out of their way. She turned and ran a few steps, and... holy hell, the smaller units were fast! One of them had circled around, cutting off her escape. Her feet were rooted to the ground, unsure of what to do. The META bot raised its gun, and Glitch threw her arms in front of her face. She cringed as it pinged off her forearm.

>> “Halt, mutants!”

Eyes wide, Glitch watched the machine approach, taser in hand. Oh no. It was going to zap her and-

Wait a minute. Would a taser even work on a robot? It wasn't like it would be painful or… oh dammit, she was tired of being useless. She needed to pick something and do it!

“I think I've got this one!” she told the cloud of sand that was Rebecca.

She charged, attempting to tackle the robot to the ground. It was probably stupid. She had no plan beyond that.

Rebecca watched in her sand form as the Robot mutant charged towards the META bot. That was a stupid plan, but it looked like they were stuck with that decision now. She glided towards the other smaller META, and set about disabling it. After all, if an amateur was going to fight, Rebecca was at least going to make sure it was fair. The engineers for META bots clearly didn't expect malicious particulate mutants to be a problem for these bots. That was a design flaw.

A few clunks and bangs later, and the smaller META bot was down. It was still best that they stuck together for now. Looking up from the bot she had destroyed, she flew towards Glitch's melee with the META bot, the weather controller probably had himself covered compared to some civilian who had an unfortunate case of mistaken identity.

One of the larger bots didn’t get up, merely sparking and spouting nonsense sounds. The other got up quickly though part of it was slagged, melted like old plastic siding. It shouted, “Halt,” and readied a large nightstick bludgeoning device before advancing forward.

Tempest swept back with another gust carrying him. He couldn’t keep tossing around the storm, possibly damaging his friends and he had to keep it from raining. Not only that, he was tired. He’d been jogging before this!

Glitch made to tackle one and appeared to hit with determined speed, buying time for the sand storm to whip her bot apart and join Glitch.

“Good,” Tempest said more to himself than anyone else. With one hand to the heavens and the other stretched out, a smaller bolt sailed down from the heavens as thunder peeled. It traveled by his reckoning and filled him with the energy of the storm before traveling at his command. It roared out into the metabot, knocking it down and sending a shower of sparks around it.

He was breathing quickly and set his mind to diminishing the storm before any rain started while the other two finished off the last.

Glitch pounced onto the META, knocking it down. They grappled for several seconds before it pushed her off with its strong mechanical arm. She got back up unharmed but unsure of what to do next. Trying to fight melee against a robot when you were one yourself wasn't too practical.

“Lethal force authorized.” It reached for a gun. A gun with real bullets.

“Oh eff!”

Of course, that word wasn't “eff” this time around.

Freaking out, she jumped back on top of it, bringing it to the ground once more. Anything to prevent it from reaching that weapon. She wasn't sure how she managed it, but she was on top of it and had its arms pinned to the pavement.

A sound of thunder once again echoed through the area. She risked a glance away to see Devon was finishing up with his two robots, and the sand cloud, already done with hers, was flying towards her. “Eh... I guess I could use your help,” she admitted to Rebecca, struggling to keep the squirming bot's arms in place.

Rebecca engulfed the two robots that were now locked in a frenzied melee on the floor, the META was even reaching for a gun. Guns didn't bother Rebecca so much, not while she was in her sand form anyway. If they had vacuum suction or water canons, that would be a problem. But none of the META's did that she saw, so it wasn't. She would have laughed at the suggestion by that robot that it was somehow going to be lethal to her if it hadn't been for the fact it would just come out as the sound of wind howling over a sand dune.

She entered the META bot and smashed up its circuitry. The manufacturers would desperately need to sort their tech out. "Shutting down due to massive damage. Calling for mor..." The Robot's sentence was cut off by the sound of it shutting down. Of course the little robot needed Rebecca's help. Civilians were too weak to look after themselves, and Rebecca wouldn't have normally done it, if it hadn't been for the fact Glitch was obviously a mutant.

They needed to go . Fast. Rebecca did her best to express this by attempting to shove Glitch away from the META bots. Hopefully that would get the message across, although it was obvious that Glitch was far too heavy for the sentient sand dune to actually blow her in any direction.

Tempest wove the weather down, undoing the building storm he’d encouraged for lightning and wind. The moisture started to thin as Glitch jumped on top of one bot, bringing it down. She jumped on it again before it could fire at her. Thankfully the sentient sand dune joined her. It made quick work of the internal functions of the machines.

Clearly Glitch wasn’t accustomed to such combat, but clearly Rebecca was. It was hard to tell how old either was or their common activities. Either way, it didn’t matter right now. They were both mutants, they’d both stupid up to the METAs, and now they needed to go.

“Let’s get out of here now!” Devon shouted. “I was serious: if you need a place to go, go to Sanctuary!” he added as he ran past them. And off the jogging mutant went, eager to leave the area.

As expected, Rebecca made quick work of the last META bot. After going far enough to tackle it, Glitch regretted being unable to finish it off herself.

Glitch jumped when the cloud of sand rushed out of the META towards her. “Whoa!” she exclaimed, instinctively throwing her arms up to shield herself. For a split second, Glitch thought Rebecca was about to do to her what she just did to those METAs. But it was no attack, just a push.

A push to run.

She bolted after Devon, but not before taking its beanbag gun. If another was going to show, she wanted to be prepared. She had a lot of questions about what the Sanctuary was, but only one mattered to her that moment. “How far?!” she called out.

Glitch flinched at Rebecca's friendly nudge, putting up her arms. Didn't she know that she wasn't a thread to a fellow mutant? Mutants had to stick together against the pathetic human race, and especially against these tools of oppression. The METAbots were representative of all that was wrong with the government. The apparatus of death for being better than other people and willing to show it. This weakling would learn in time, but for now, running was a better option.

Now the weather-manipulator was telling them to go to Sanctuary. She had no clue where that was. She would have asked the same question as the robot to the man if it wouldn't have just sounded like wind to his human ears. It sounded like a safe place though, hadn't she seen a sci-fi series that was based around protecting "abnormals" from the misunderstanding , unbelieving world? Whereever it was, it was better than here.

Rebecca floated after Glitch as she picked up the beanbag gun and darted towards Devon. This little robot needed more protection than she realised it seemed. A beanbag gun wouldn't be much use against a META trying to rip you limb from limb. Rebecca didn't have that problem. But Glitch certainly did.