There were still seven... and a half Manhunters, each holding a constant fire upon Shrapnel. However, Shrapnel was filled with a sick glee as he saw Miles appear, approaching. The Manhunters turned, distracted, hesitating in their barrage upon Shrapnel, to analyze this new foe, and divide their resources accordingly However, some still were trained on Shrapnel, including the crippled one.
Knowing he only had one chance at this, Shrapnel made sure to make it count. He curled up, giving in the fetal position, biding energy, before he released a massive burst of energy, eminating from his chest. The Manhunters were all found outwards, before being snagge back in by tentacles of yellow light.
The tentacles all collided in the space above Shrapnel, dragging with them a Manhunter. As the Manhunters clumped together, Shrapnel constructed a large bundle of dynamite, and a massive sniper rifle.
In one swift motion, he did a backflip, launching the dynamite at the cluster, then aiming down his scope.
"Bye bye."
He said maliciously, firing a round into the dynamite, igniting it. A ball of fire enveloped the robots, the force of the blast blowing them all back. Shrapnel knew the attack would do very little to the reinforced robots, he merely did it to stun them, giving Miles and Skorn an attempt to finish them off.