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Time to calculate risks. As you try to discern whether the eyes or limbs are better targets, your arm seems to react to the thought of violence.
It nearly illuminates the room as you ready yourself to dash towards the Owl and give its eyes a full swing. Your gait is still slow and awkward-but your new arm pulls back with frightening speed. It begins to rumble, and charge with a rainbow-exhaust emitting hum.
The Knife-whip hangs from your weaker hand, just in case.
You emerge from the Kitchen and lurch low under the immediate burst of flame. The Owl predicts this and blasts for your feet, layering you from foot to face in a searing Hellscape. Various alarms scream from your internals of imminent Shutdown.
Too fucking late, you've already committed to this. You move through it, rearing your fist back, nearly dislocating your robotic shoulder, and drive it forward--
!!!
>Crunch--!!!
>"BREEEEE--BREEE-BREEE!!"
An alarm screams out as your arm releases its unholy charge and slams forward, shattering the Owl’s beak like cardboard. You don't realize until too late you've lost control of your arm as it grips down, and not content yet-
Rips the hooked beak clean off the machine, you learn all too late that under the machinery was something very alive and very organic.
Gore spatters and sprays from its destroyed face, soaking you from head to toe in garish bright red blood.
It puts the fire out at least. You can make out massive split muscles spurting more red from the thing under the armor. As for what the Hell it is, all you can see are dark blue vein-like structures racing under bright pink muscles that might be a ‘face’.
It's stunned, and you take this chance to swing with your weaker arm. It's harder to get a focus, so you go for the safer root and whip forward, wedging into the now exposed beak-area.
Something palpating and round is stabbed into and yanked away violently, squelching as it bounces and comes to a stop on the Restroom floor.
The lights go dark from the machine.
You kill the Owl.
