As they continued, Wil began to notice the faint sound of muffled alarms coming from somewhere above him.  He could only hope that whoever was causing them would also do something to whatever controlled this area; he was going to need outside help to break free.<br/><br/>The continuous sound of machinery in the background had masked the approach of the drones, but as soon as they started firing again Wil spun around and faced them.  There were only three that he could see, arrayed in a rough arc, but there were likely more coming; there seemed no end to them.  Realizing that they wouldn’t be able to fire for another few seconds at least, Wil knew this was his best chance to eliminate them.<br/><br/>Charging at the first, he went into a controlled dive, slipping between its legs as it tried to follow him.  His hands flashed out as he passed under the robot and grabbed onto the backs of the legs, coming off slicked in hydraulic fluid as he ripped away the actuators that allowed the drone to stand.  Without them, it crumpled to the ground, as its legs could no longer support it’s weight.<br/><br/>Turning towards the second opponent, he seized the gun on its side, and with a screech of tearing metal ripped it clean off.  Spinning the five-foot hunk of metal like an enormous mace, he spun in a full circle and brought it down onto the third robot’s head, crushing it completely.  Wil turned back toward the second bot and disabled it with a pair of strikes to it’s legs, then faced Greggory.  “Are you ok?”