Unresponsive Robots:
The peppery smell of poison in the air intensifies as Ace gets closer to the hunting lodge. Enough to cause one to choke, but not enough to kill. Inside, Scrabler is hunched over the corpse of what might once have been a young man. It's far from the only body in the room. A pair of bodies dressed in finely woven dresses lay hunched behind a couch, hair fallen out, their skin nothing but blisters and chemical burns now. From the corner of Ace's eye another is in a bed through a door nearby, seemingly an elderly individual. Hunting shotguns are slung up on the wall, taxidermy animals standing around the room. A gold sculpture is on the mantlepiece, depicting a family's coat of arms.
Apparently whoever was inside fired on Scrabler, causing him to return fire without thinking about who else might be in there, it was unclear at what point he desynched.
The machine is on its knees, both hands wrapped around the hilt of his knife and driving it into the mound of shattered ribcage and minced internal organs over and over again, each strike causing a spark in the air and a little splatter as the knife's concussion and shock modifications kick in. Luckily it's enough to keep Scrabler distracted as Ace tackles him, the two sprawling into the bile of gore and shattered bones. The machine that Scrabler inhabits takes a wild swing over its shoulder with the same knife, as its spare hand reaches madly for its grenade launcher on the ground nearby.
Ace has Scrabler on the ground, but not pinned. Tomblyn attempts to get close to the machine's head a few times, but can't get close. He shouts for Ace to pin Scrabler's arms.