Frankie screamed as the spike rammed through his body, tearing up his straps as black ooze leaked out from his form.  He leaned and caught the mechanical beast's ankle in his jaws, his massive bone molars grinding against the limb as he bit down harder, tearing into the skin.  Frankie pushed his elbow into the leg, hoping the snapping sound he heard was the leg taking some critical structural damage and not just a gyroscope resetting or a new weapon arming.<br/><br/>He thrust his head back and spit the ankle out, slamming his bloodied head into as he tried to force it down, stepping forward with his own massive legs.  "That was a dirty trick.  Don't you know anything about chivalry?"  He commented wryly, as he threw his knee directly into the creature's stomach.  Frankie's breath was becoming ragged.  This machine certainly had potential, yet it was also more fragile.  If he'd actually been built to be sadistic, he might just be having more fun than he'd had in decades.  As the situation stood, he was seriously considering reaching for the weapon he had been built to wield.