Raiden
"Oh, what the fu-" was all that came out of his mouth before several tons of angry metal slammed into him, sending him flying along with the Panzerhund's momentum. Both his arms kept the thing's jaw open, barely avoiding a nasty bite to his squishy head - his torso, along with the rest of his body, was getting trashed as the beast dragged Raiden across the ground in its efforts to rip him asunder. The mech's sleek metallic plates, adorned with the Iron Cross, terminated at exposed joints on the essential body parts - a natural target for his strikes. Pumping energy into his forearms to counteract the crushing force of the Panzerhund's jaw, Raiden managed to gradually pry the jaw wider and wider with his bulging cyber-muscles, ready to leverage himself against the-
Nevermind, its left paw smashed him in the face. With half a ton of metal dog paw on him, fueled by several tons more of metal and hydraulic pressure, he was getting pissed off. His left forearm was barely holding the paw at bay, as he found himself sinking deeper into the medieval paved street in a Raiden-shaped hole. Maneuvering his sword arm, Raiden managed to slice through the Panzerhund's paw, his HF-blade making mincemeat of the Nazi steel; he only got halfway through before he felt the full bite of the mech on his left leg, as it lifted its damaged paw and jerked its head, flinging him into the second floor of an adjacent building.
His limbs? Damaged. His poncho? Fucked. His mood? Very pissed off. Getting up from the pile of debris he'd made upon entry, he stepped back out to the front of the building, looking down at the Panzerhund. The thing hadn't followed him up here, no doubt running damage diagnosis protocols on its damaged front appendage, and temporarily (and erroneously) ignoring Amy in favor of the more overt threat - probably. "Amy, let's kick this thing's ass!" He yelled out to the earthbender, perched and ready to pounce on her go.
@Wade Von Doom
"Oh, what the fu-" was all that came out of his mouth before several tons of angry metal slammed into him, sending him flying along with the Panzerhund's momentum. Both his arms kept the thing's jaw open, barely avoiding a nasty bite to his squishy head - his torso, along with the rest of his body, was getting trashed as the beast dragged Raiden across the ground in its efforts to rip him asunder. The mech's sleek metallic plates, adorned with the Iron Cross, terminated at exposed joints on the essential body parts - a natural target for his strikes. Pumping energy into his forearms to counteract the crushing force of the Panzerhund's jaw, Raiden managed to gradually pry the jaw wider and wider with his bulging cyber-muscles, ready to leverage himself against the-
Nevermind, its left paw smashed him in the face. With half a ton of metal dog paw on him, fueled by several tons more of metal and hydraulic pressure, he was getting pissed off. His left forearm was barely holding the paw at bay, as he found himself sinking deeper into the medieval paved street in a Raiden-shaped hole. Maneuvering his sword arm, Raiden managed to slice through the Panzerhund's paw, his HF-blade making mincemeat of the Nazi steel; he only got halfway through before he felt the full bite of the mech on his left leg, as it lifted its damaged paw and jerked its head, flinging him into the second floor of an adjacent building.
His limbs? Damaged. His poncho? Fucked. His mood? Very pissed off. Getting up from the pile of debris he'd made upon entry, he stepped back out to the front of the building, looking down at the Panzerhund. The thing hadn't followed him up here, no doubt running damage diagnosis protocols on its damaged front appendage, and temporarily (and erroneously) ignoring Amy in favor of the more overt threat - probably. "Amy, let's kick this thing's ass!" He yelled out to the earthbender, perched and ready to pounce on her go.
@Wade Von Doom