Snippet #2338338

Yet another drone had been shaken apart. Rénard turned to see the others trying to calm down the ape thing, smirking as he saw it was working. Humans sure were resilient and innovative. There were a few more drones left, and one was walking right towards a girl, who was just standing there.
There was never a better moment, as he stuck two Didges to his back, and ran her way. He planted the horn into the ground, then jumped, flipping over it. In the air, he put his mouth to the mouthpiece, and blew. The resulting blare sent him right towards the robot, his feet connecting to it's head. He was on the ground with it though, and as it got up, he rolled onto his stomach. Before he could get up, a blow struck him right in the back. He fell right onto the ground again, knocking the wind out of him. He struggled again, and got a kick to the chest. He rolled onto his back, but instead of anything else, he felt the grip of cold steel grab onto his arm, and drag him away. He was still dazed, and saw lights flash around while his body started to run diagnostics. It didn't feel good, that was for sure.
"It can't end before it begins rust-bucket." His words traveled weakly through his mouth, but the clanker heard him. It turned, and watched as his "trophy" rolled, kicked the hand, and rolled away, getting up slowly. He turned to the girl whom he had saved. Maybe she was a civilian, then at least his work would be good for the public. He was kind of hoping she wasn't though, because he could really use the help.
"Hey lass, mind givin' me a hand here?"