[ The large thud of the mechanical machine draws closer. They both dodge successfully, only seeing the spray of bullets hit the wall behind them. Poor ol' George is not as smart as his likeness, but the machine is persistent, showing no fear at Jason's weapon activation.
Songbird screeches a mechanical noise, pounding desperately on the window, enough to shake the room slightly. Its neck twitches around, curiously like a bird at the scene unfolding inside.
The motorized patriot stops momentarily as the bullets in it's peppermill gun grows empty. It begins to reload. It's a slow process, not as effective as the ones in Columbia, but these machines do the job. Now is the opening for striking. ]
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[ The large thud of the mechanical machine draws closer. They both dodge successfully, only seeing the spray of bullets hit the wall behind them. Poor ol' George is not as smart as his likeness, but the machine is persistent, showing no fear at Jason's weapon activation.
Songbird screeches a mechanical noise, pounding desperately on the window, enough to shake the room slightly. Its neck twitches around, curiously like a bird at the scene unfolding inside.
The motorized patriot stops momentarily as the bullets in it's peppermill gun grows empty. It begins to reload. It's a slow process, not as effective as the ones in Columbia, but these machines do the job. Now is the opening for striking. ]