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[spaghettiinmysoul]

[Well. He's only been here a week and he's taken a massive issue with something.

A massive issue.

Someone just talked to Yotsuba and learned something rather... unpleasant.

So after he was perfectly and utterly sure she was in a safe room for the night and tucked away, he went and took his issue up on the airwaves.

Loudly.]

WHI-WHI-WHI-WHICH ONE 'O YOU LOONY TOONS KI-KI-KILLED A KID?!

Ya don't hi-hi-hit kids! 'Specially no-no-not girl kids! No kids at all in fact! I oughta beatcha 'til ya ca-ca-ca-ca-caaaaaaAAAaAan't walk no more!

[His voice veered off into a sharp whine and then descended into static, emotion overwhelming his vocal units for a moment]

If I ever fi-fi-fi-find out who la-laid a hand on that ki-kid- I'll- You don't wanna know what I'll do!

[Rabbit didn't want to know what he'd do.]

Ya be-be-better watch it or else I'll fi-fi-find ya and then you'll be sorry ya ever even looked at her!

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[ And predictably, the spheres detonated. Exploding with the force of fragmentation grenades, the flames being used to destabilize the already fragile bomb-like sanguine constructs. ]

Aha, bad idea! ✩

[ Setting of a chain reaction, the bombs all began exploding one after another. Hopefully, Rabbit would find some cover. ]

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[spaghettiinmysoul]

[Oops wait that was a bad idea.

Frag grenades were also things he had to deal with before. But not face on. He dove, tucking and rolling behind a corner and scrabbling to get out of the way.

Something seemed to finally click into place in that rattled up copper head of his though.

Well, click, or snap.

Clothing tattered, metal dented and singed, hat blown off elsewhere with the goggles resting on his forehead, the robot rounded the corner again, one sparking arm raising-

and shifting.

With a clank, a gatling gun had taken the place of the original, delicate looking appendage, blue and green optics a wild red. There'd be no warning.

Just bullets ripping through the air.]

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[ Oh. A large gun. Hagire only had a split second to react before he could throw up his hand, and create a large, hexagonal shield. It was strong enough to hold back small arms fire, but how long it would last against something that big and firing that fast was anyone's guess. Only one way to find out.

His other hand made a motion, causing the rest of the Eyeballs to converge on Rabbit. Anything to disrupt his fire, or at least throw off his accuracy a bit. The blood shield was already beginning to strain with the effort. ]

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[spaghettiinmysoul]

[Metal creaked and groaned as the aged robot attempted to stalk towards his target, the sounds of gunfire and the memory of explosions seeming to transport the robot elsewhere. Where ever he was, it wasn't here, teeth bared and rounds clattering against the floor.

He seemed pretty dead set on Hagire too, not letting up for a moment, even as the spheres converged on him. His other arm shifted, the spinning blades of a buzzsaw emerging to slice threateningly at the spheres around him, the one blue eye flashing dangerously]