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Kyle blasts the possessor with his shotgun. He foolows this up with a rather odd action. He speaks. "Keep the girls away from that thing and for gods sake, don't let it touch the damn machine."

From Kyle's position in the center of the group, more specifically on the ground in the center of the group, a pair of grenades rise and fall towards the machine and the moving armor. (Grenade)

Kyle looks confused and shakes his phone about. Seeing as that doesn't do much he sighs again. He assesses the situation and finds that given everyone is going before him and will probably deal with everything before he can get to it, it's probably best that he just minimizes the risk to himself. Kyle takes cover.

Kyle just sighs and pulls out his phone. Soon, everyone (yes, even the armor and machine) are assaulted by a deep voice talking loudly but not excessively so. "Hey hey hey, turn off that shit you were listening too, it's time to listen to some music that doesn't make children cry! Before I crank out the tunes I wanna thank our generous sponsor Mr. Johnson for keeping us in buisness and making sure there aren't any proper ads on this station! Now let's hit you with some shit a weeb sent me with bottle of jack!" The station goes silent for a moment. Then, the song starts. If you haven't guessed yet, Kyle uses Change the station.

Kyle whips his gun up and Attacks the machine.

Kyle is busy silently giggling at the sudden reactions from everybody. It's almost as if they hadn't read the action's description! Damn hypocrite.

Kyle shrugs as he reaches into his coat. With a casual sort of movement he pulls out a grenade, primes it, and then tosses it at the heartless in the machine. Simple stuff really.

Kyle looks suspiciously at the suits of armor. After a few moments he shoots one just in case.

Kyle helpfully fills in the creepy silence with the sounds of himself quickly signing. Specifically he inputs his thoughts at the moment. "It's fucking creepy here. I'm just gonna lighten the mood a bit..." He fiddles with his phone a little before music starts to jam from it. Kyle sighs and seems to mentally say "That's better."

Kyle is busy trying to get one of the torches off the wall. No reason to waste battery if he doesn't need to.

Kyle shrugs and quietly opens the door for the rampaging robot.

Kyle sighs and approaches the wall. He considers it for a moment before gently kicking it. Clearly the most logical and scientific methods of going about this.

Seeing Sachi and Katsuo are in a tight spot Kyle sighs. He starts slowly making his way to the two, getting their attention with a loud whistle. Without waiting for them to notice him he throws a grenade into their path back to the group, but not close enough for it to hit them.

Kyle decides that he should probably help the man they just fell. He decides to do so as he kicks aside one of them imps. Which means he follows up the kick by blasting the bird thing attacking Solomon with extreme prejudice. And bird shot, amusingly enough.

Being in the back and thus already near the barrier Kyle wasn’t very worried. He just backed up until he was against the wall, amazingly not getting attacked, most likely due to his lack of flashiness in general. Not that he was against it. Really, seeing all these women kicking ass in close quarters was a fantasy of his come true. Only way it could be better for him is if they were dressed like ninja. That said, he wasn't nearly as successful at keeping the enemies back as he was getting into a defensive position. Despite his best efforts the bigger shades managed to hit him multiple times, mostly being stopped by his vest but on did smack him across the face, leaving some scratches that are sure to scar. And of course the ankle biters managed to get by his kicks a few times to claw at his legs. Reall,. The only ones that didn't have much luck attacking him were the toplike ones which he easily blasted away with his shotgun.

Kyle follows near the back of the others. He was only a man after all. Ofcourse that didn't do much to stop him from blasting on of the biggun flat on it's back. He follows that up by walking to the fatties face and stomping it a number of times before stepping back and continuing on mopping up stragglers and those that get behind the group. That felt good.

Kyle shrugs at the weird creatures as he reaches into his jacket. He returns with a baseball sized cylindrical green thingy. Some would reckon this as a grenade. He helpfully signs out a warning to stay back before pulling the pin and tossing it at a group of the little ones. Those are always the most annoying. He's played Training Mission after all. Weirdwork was always banned in his house.

Kyle nods. He begins signing out rapidly. "Yeah, she's fine. I gave her some chocolate to calm down and her friend was helping her."

Kyle coughs awkwardly before quickly typing out a message. We can talk easier in side if you want. With that he enters and after a second heads over to the man in an opera mask. He could understand wanting to conceal one's identity. He waves.

Kyle starts to type something in again before sighing and putting his phone in his pocket. He lean against the door frame as he holds up two fingers, the intent obviously being to signal that he's in the latter group. He shakes his head at the ridiculousness of having to make the distinction.

Kyle nods beforing giving a moment's thought and bowing. he wouldn'twant to offend her after all.

Kyle smiles at Kagari. After a moment he pulls out his phone and deletes some stuff. This leaves him with a simple declaration to show the two women. I am Kyle.

Kyle... wasn't actually eavesdropping. He was just stand by the door in full view should either of the two had looked. In regards to the demand he waves before grabbing something from his pocket. It happens to be a chocolate bar, which he helpfully uses to gesture to Kagarin. One may think he is offering it to her.

While the others start to talk among themselves Kyle's eye is drawn to a woman seemingly having a panic attack. After a moment to check that no one is talking to him he silently sneaks out the door after them. He pauses at the door watching the two, ready to grant an unhealthy snack upon the upset one but not about to go bother them. He does look remarkably concerned.

In response to the question Kyle smiles like he was just asked to go spend the night with a reputable lady. With an odd motion as if he is pulling something from his pocket with two hand he quickly retrieves his Old Reliable. A fine Platinum plated beast which reflects the light like a mirror. He gently sets it down against his leg as he signs out his response. "This little beauty is my Boomstick! I call her Old Reliable. She's capable of putting a man on the ground at up to twenty feet away and flat out works like a dream. And of course she comes with a classic stock and pump action grip. Really, I don't think there's any object in the universe I appreciate more that it."