Operation Fortress Infiltration Continues
"—Uh!?" Rock and Rush’s reactions were the same to the sudden boot-shove from the impatient powerbot. They hit the ground, and from the ground could only look on as Elec displayed his utter lack of tolerance for Punk’s followup assault.
See Punk hadn’t been expecting Rock’s teammate to like, you know, straight up kick Rock outta his damn way. That threw him off guard and was pretty fuckin’ funny. What happened next, once his screwcrushers were zapped into smoking shreds in midair, not so much.
Just in time to think ‘how the fuck do you DODGE ELECTRICITY' and then make a very admirable attempt at carrying the thought out, Punk instantly shorts out with an abrupt sort of screech that could have come from either his mouth or whatever just short circuited and popped inside of him. It hurt like a bitch and that's about the last thing he's aware of before he clunks uselessly to the sand, visor blank and the rest of him motionless.
At least it shut him up.
Elec said nothing as he watched Punk clunk over, powered down within seconds. He warily looked around before lowering his arm, his shoulders seeming to sag a little, his stance no longer on the defense. “He’ll be fine, sorry about that Rock.” he apologized, sighing. “At least he went down easy.” he extended a hand to Rock to help him up, still looking tired and clearly worried about someone else was going to leap out of the bushes. “Let’s go home.”