The kid whimpers, tears streaming down his face. "Please, no..." The mech suddenly struts its legs out in front of it to drift along the ferns to a halt, kicking shredded bits of dirt and foliage up in front of it. It balances itself, and stands in silence, staring with tiny red ocular sensors along its snout. It does not fire any of its cannons. It knows what you are doing. Suddenly, with a hiss, one of the pods on its back slides open, steam billowing out from its opening. A male figure rises from the steam, and drops out of the pod and onto the ground with a metallic [i]clank![/i]. It raises its horned, silvery head to glare at you with menacing red eyes. It is covered in metal and artificial tendons, and a rifle and a shotgun are strapped to its sides and back. It's another droid, but one unlike Silent Mantis, yet their complexity is similar. "We have a cliche going on here." it says in a dark, gravely voice more menacing than its eyes, slowly striding toward you, stepping past the mech. "But I would guess cliches would be a little acceptable in the heat of a chase."