Within the first mere seconds of stepping into the arena, Neutro could make out what kind of "terrorists" these were simulating. The organized and well-paid kind. They possessed all manner of fancy toys, unlike the bumbling and desperate types he was initially expecting. In hindsight, it seemed foolish to believe Pariah would do anything so petty. At the sight of such firepower and organization, Neutro immediately took action and prepared himself. In a split second, he shifted his body's mass to that of a main battle tank; the turrets wouldn't sit well with him if he were anything less. The floor cracked underneath his focused weight, though managed to support the hero for the time being.
When the clinking of grenades made themselves apparent, he bent on a knee and covered his turned head with an arm. The blast fazed him little, but the obscuring cloud did its job. With a swipe of his massive arms, he vacated the area of a small amount of cloudiness and realized at that moment he'd been painted with a red dye. The turrets began to fire up. Without hesitation, Neutro positioned himself before as many allies as possible, and as the bullets whizzed for them, his toughened body served as a living shield. Endless projectiles smacked into his torso, head and limbs, but he did not flinch. A few allies realized what he was doing and took cover behind him as best as possible, hugging his legs or hovering behind his torso. Listening in on Strix's proposition, Neutro took charge and made for destroying the turrets with some help.
"Stick behind me!" he yelled to those behind him. Neutro crouched low and kept his arms to the side, creating as much of a barrier he could to protect the followers from the hail of bullets he was already tanking. As the turrets were approached, closer and closer, their fire felt even more powerful, and Neutro almost struggled to inch close enough. He lowered his head and stuck his arms before it, shading from their barrage until finally...
Neutro reached out and grabbed on the turret barrels, still firing. With a simple twist of his wrist, the metal barrel was bent such that the machine was no longer operable or useful. With its gunfire subsided, his allies dispersed from behind him, flowing off to perform other important tasks. Neutro stood himself up and lowered his mass for the time being. Without the immediate threat of the turrets, he didn't need quite so much defensive capability.
When the clinking of grenades made themselves apparent, he bent on a knee and covered his turned head with an arm. The blast fazed him little, but the obscuring cloud did its job. With a swipe of his massive arms, he vacated the area of a small amount of cloudiness and realized at that moment he'd been painted with a red dye. The turrets began to fire up. Without hesitation, Neutro positioned himself before as many allies as possible, and as the bullets whizzed for them, his toughened body served as a living shield. Endless projectiles smacked into his torso, head and limbs, but he did not flinch. A few allies realized what he was doing and took cover behind him as best as possible, hugging his legs or hovering behind his torso. Listening in on Strix's proposition, Neutro took charge and made for destroying the turrets with some help.
"Stick behind me!" he yelled to those behind him. Neutro crouched low and kept his arms to the side, creating as much of a barrier he could to protect the followers from the hail of bullets he was already tanking. As the turrets were approached, closer and closer, their fire felt even more powerful, and Neutro almost struggled to inch close enough. He lowered his head and stuck his arms before it, shading from their barrage until finally...
Neutro reached out and grabbed on the turret barrels, still firing. With a simple twist of his wrist, the metal barrel was bent such that the machine was no longer operable or useful. With its gunfire subsided, his allies dispersed from behind him, flowing off to perform other important tasks. Neutro stood himself up and lowered his mass for the time being. Without the immediate threat of the turrets, he didn't need quite so much defensive capability.