Athos scowled. Not that it was easily seen under his half-mask. The blows that bounced off his carapace and front plastron didn't both him. The ones hitting his fleshy parts did. He pulled out his sais and defended himself.

He went on the defensive and tried to back himself out of the misshapen automaton crowd.

He afforded the scenery only a squinted suspicion before knocking a mannequin head off. These things were already burnt and melted, he doubted his powers would be useful at the moment.