Becca was expecting the robot to lash out, squash her like a little bug as she clung to its shoulder, but it didn't look like it had noticed her. Part one of her plan was a success, as she scrambled higher onto its shoulder, now she just needed to figure out what to do next... Defeating this thing seemed out of the question, what was she supposed to do? She didn't know the slightest thing about fighting, and it wasn't like she could sing this thing to death. If only life was that easy. No, her job here was simple. Distract this thing until those qualified to handle this thing could get here, give the civilians time to get clear.<br/><br/>Gritting her teeth, she moved over towards its head, figuring that being its weakspot.<span style="color: #7000B2">"Come on you fucker! HERE. I. AM!"</span>She yelled as loud as she could, as she began to slam her fist into the metal plating. Even with her super strength, all she could do was dent the armored plating. Which in her defense was still quite a feat, considering that it is<span style="text-decoration: underline">armored</span>plating. Breaking through the armor was out of the question, but what if she tried to lift the head off?<br/><br/>Bending through her knees, she slipped her fingers underneath the armored plating and began to pull upwards, hoping that the chassis wasn't prepared for any pulling forces. At the very least this should get its attention.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>