Guess wings help there. And being on higher ground.

Ah...

[He looks back at the cyborg he'd been working on, grimacing at where he'd left the screwdriver, so savagely jammed into the thing's skull. Sighing, he takes hold of the tool to pull it out.]

I've still got the parts from our own battle to pick through, but I've been keeping an eye out for anything that might still be in tact here. Leaving most of the weapons for people who need them, otherwise I'll take anything no one else wants.