"Um," Justine took a step back, bragging another arrow. "They don't seem like anyone in this city."

One of the limp figures suddenly jerked and started to pull itself up, shambling a couple of steps forwards before standing upright. After a brief delay, the others followed suite. The platoon of drones all suddenly became rigid and stabilised with a hiss of hydraulics coming into play, raising their weapons - axes and swords. With a flick of their wrists, the weapons became electrified, currents of electricity surging up and down the blades. They started to advance upon the group, no audible sound coming from them other than the march of their footsteps and the clanking of metallic armour. 

"Guessin' these guys aren't here to welcome us." Noctixmo muttered, readying his sword for the next round. Above them the dropship closed its hatch and started to fly away, having deployed its payload.

"Here comes round two," Justine pulled her knives out, water at the ready. Rusting these will be fun.

A couple charged the group without warning, one going for Noctixmo and one lunging for Justine. Noctixmo caught the one assaulting him's axe with his blade and moved out of the way of the swipe, spinning around and kicking the axe by its handle, disarming the attacker.

Justine grinned and side stepped the one that lunged for her. Two things truly excited her: food and fighting. With a well aimed kick, the axe spun out of her attacker's hands. Equally, she brought her blade down.

The drone ensnared by Mickey flailed and twitched as the heat damaged it on the inside. Sparks flew out of the visors before it imploded into a mess of gears, oil, wires and plates of steel which disintegrated after a short delay. Noctixmo delivered a deep slash through his enemy's waist, cleaving the drone in half. It twitched on the floor and attempted to drag itself towards him - much to his surprise - although was decapitated with a second slice. The drone attacked by Justine fell to the ground with the force of the blow and received Noctixmo's sword in its back before it could get up. Sparks flew everywhere as the drone short-circuited and lose power. The remaining ones simultaneously charged the entire group with electrified weapons in the air. A couple suddenly stopped and cast their weapons aside. Their fists unhinged from their wrists revealing barrels, and there was a bright muzzle flash as they started to fire bullets.

Charge? Very well. Making sure to note where everyone was, flames expanding outwards in a dome of power, hitting many of the drones as it exploded outwards. As it reached her companions, it curved gently around them, nothing more than warm.

A cluster of them fried under the heat and slowly lost function, collapsing to the ground with their visors dimming. The remaining drones focused on the source of the flames, running through and catching fire in order to strike at her with their electrified blades. One gunner remained, turning their fire to Noctixmo who warped upwards then dashed down and towards the gunner, parting the bullets with the sleight of his blade. He cut diagonally through them, causing half of their chest and their arm to slide off. The drone twitched a few times in a spasm on the floor before Noctixmo crushed its head under his boot.

Ah, not good. Don't be a show off Mickey. She focused on the flames already on the drones and increased their intensity, using her whips to trip them and keep them back.

Justine slowered lowered her weapons. "That was something."

Mickey let her flames dissipate, breathing a tad heavy. She hadn't used her powers that heavily, that long, in a while.

"I guess that's it?" Justine placed her knives away, looking back as Noctixmo walked away.