The King Crab was motionless for a few seconds after skidding to a stop in the dirt, then began to rock back and forth as Alroy struggled to get his damaged-but-intact arm underneath him to push up. A few unsuccessful tries finally gave way and the battered 'Mech tottered to its feet, claw sunk into Erich's outstretched hand for support. Upright, Alroy's mech didn't look much better than Erich at this point - plowing through the wall and into the dirt had torn away almost all of his front plating, entirely separate from the tattered ruin that had once been his shoulder and left arm.<br/><br/>Inside, Alroy squinted through his cracked faceplate, fighting the vicious headache that had replaced his momentary unconsciousness and trying to reconcile his fuzzy vision with his flickering sensors. "Quit your whining, Erich, I'm up. Now howabout you, your identical twin brothers, and I get out of here and under cover of the Bastion?"