The lumbering giant charges directly through the line of electrified bolts and they snap eagerly around it. It sputters inadequately, one great hand outstretched and hanging in suspension for a staggered moment before the whole of it creaks and groans and it clangs to its side.

"Mr. Bubbles!" wails the not-girl, her bare feet beating a rapid tattoo over the ground as she bolts to the fallen brute's side. "Get up! Please get up!"

Rush surveys the carnage dispassionately.

"Yes, I believe so," he says. Whatever the mechanical equivalent of 'dead' it has, he's entirely certain the thing has just succumbed to it.