The drone made for a difficult target, constantly buzzing around like some sort of demented bumblebee, circling the man's location at all times. The man pulled back his prosthetic, which was dripping with molten exhaust, and quickly threw himself off of the mech before it could land on him. He landed on his feet, his chaingun discarded several feet away, crushed by the mech. A blue light lit up inside the bloated module on his prosthetic arm, and with a blistering crack, the coilgun within fired. It pierced through the center of the mech, creating a molten hole through which the mysterious drone buried into. The internal telekinetic forces went rampant within the mech, causing catastrophic harm to its internals. Meanwhile, the man turned to face Alpha, his gauntlet blades humming quietly in the background. "You've got quite the arsenal kid," he said, the excess heat from his coilgun transferring to the energy shield that sprung to life on his wrist. "But everyone's luck runs out eventually." He began to dash towards Alpha, shield raised in front of his body in a protective position (with a 3-foot radius from the center).