Dale threw his arms up, two bullets burying themselves a single inch into his armor, before hitting a forearm guard that seemed to be made of ornate silver. He pushed forward, grabbing the drone, and aiming it's weapon at the table his opponent dashed under, before throwing it at the table with two hands and even more force than the axe. He was now on the other side of the balcony. He made no noise, the only indicator of his throw being the screeching of wind as it parted for the droid's body.