[When Murderbot tears its hand back out of the break in the Zolom's scales, it does so by doing as much damage as possible, tearing through the fragile flesh beneath. Even without the initial spatter of blood, it's not coming out of this fight clean, the blood splattered across its hand burning at the organic skin in a way that only makes the hot-cold of anger in its head that much worse.
It tracks Akihiko's fall long enough to ensure that he didn't land on his head, but as soon as he pulls himself up, it whips its attention back towards the towering creature, flexing its clawed hands.]
We kill it.
[That's not a plan, more a statement of intent - but with the building, discordant hum in its voice, the desire to rip this thing to pieces comes through loud and clear. With the next thrash of the creature's scales it hunkers down, finally remembering to elaborate the process in its head for the benefit of someone without access to its processing.]
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It tracks Akihiko's fall long enough to ensure that he didn't land on his head, but as soon as he pulls himself up, it whips its attention back towards the towering creature, flexing its clawed hands.]
We kill it.
[That's not a plan, more a statement of intent - but with the building, discordant hum in its voice, the desire to rip this thing to pieces comes through loud and clear. With the next thrash of the creature's scales it hunkers down, finally remembering to elaborate the process in its head for the benefit of someone without access to its processing.]
Soft bits are on the face.