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Her eyes dart to his moving fingers, and part of her is...disappointed. Just survive? Wait, what's that sound?! Bianca would twist to look around, and--
"Oh--oh shit." OOPS. Did she say that? Wait wait no looking at Uncle Mathew-- "Let's dance."
Ffffff--Bianca darts to the nearest wall with a grin but without putting her back to the bots, intending to draw them over, and makes a bee-line up it. HERE BOTS.
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"Awwwwww yeah, c'mere you..." She mutters, angling away from the two on the ground to have the airborne one come cloooooser.
As soon as it's in range, Bianca twists a little in a crouch and then springs for the robot's legs to scuttle around to its back, immediately on the lookout for some way to control or steer it, her eyes darting to the other bots. Assuming she makes it!
The blast would miss her but the robot's upper half would explode, and the robot would drop toward the ground. Just as the chain gun robot began firing rounds of rubber bullets at her!
Bee waits for just a moment, thinking that was about one of the coolest things she's ever done (despite ringing ears), and then pushes off the legs as it nears the floor to roll away from all the debris and back to her feet, trying to angle for the one with the energy beams.
"One!" She gasps and immediately scrambles into a sprint after regaining her feet, making a beeline for the one that just fired its energy shot at her!
Good thing she has a vest on, all the same. The pelting serves to throw her forward and she has a good idea the other bot is right behind, so she dives and rolls between the robot's legs and latches on to an ankle with a grunt.
It serves to stop her from rolling too far and causes her to flip onto her stomach, bringing her feet up to leap up - kind of like a burpee - and latch on before attempting to get closer to the middle of his back. Planting her feet and hands after the second leap, Bee attempts throwing her weight back to redirect the charged beam up and into the other bot!
Or so Bianca realizes as she drops down enough so she isn't immediately grabbed!
"You're all rusty tin cans!" As soon as it reaches down/around its back, the teen uncoils and leaps up nearer to its head and sticks, trying to heave with her entire body weight - backwards - to topple it!
If it works she'll let herself go and roll away, intending on trying to make it to whichever heap of scrap nuts and bolts is closer that looks like it has more stuff! Gotta try and see if she can salvage something to use as a weapon!
It's pretty hard for her to even pick up! It seems like it's meant to be mounted on a machine. She could probably strain to pick it up, but accuracy could be a problem. And the recoil.
The robot was getting up! It's chest glowing brightly!
She's not done yet! Bianca shifts, positioning the gun on the floor and bracing herself, using her power to provide as much of a steady base as she can as she lines up the shot for the glowing chest...and fires!
PLEASE WORK--!
If it doesn't she's gonna have to ditch'n'dive very fast.
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...nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! But that was such a pretty toy! She could have mounted it on something and then had a gattling gun of her own!
Bianca rolls to her feet and bounces on them a couple times, frowning! ...and pouting a bit. A bit!
"B-minus? C'mon, Uncle Mat, that was a solid A!" She hesitates, then, admits: "...minus. It was the rubber bullets, wasn't it?"
She kicks a spare piece of the new scrap metal and then stops! ...and composes herself. What would her parents say if he saw her pitching even a tiny fit? She was totally better than that! Discussing and bartering over grades was okay. Ish. But venting frustration on something she reduced to junk? ...not so cool.