It's no lightsaber, for all that it looks somewhat like a miniaturized one, but the shock-rod darts from tentacle to tentacle at lightning (ha ha) speed. Its electricity doesn't seem to be a deterrent, but it keeps them out of the way long enough for the Revenant to bring one of his other toys into play.
While his right hand is busy with the tentacles, his left hand reaches around back of his utility belt and produces two plastic canisters. He tosses the sticky-bombs past an opening in the tentacles, and they explode at the robot's feet, spraying it with a fast-congealing goo. It, and its tentacles, are held fast.
Hmph. That was, dare we say it, almost too easy.
"I'd heard you were a genius, Irons. Where's the witty banter, I wonder..."
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While his right hand is busy with the tentacles, his left hand reaches around back of his utility belt and produces two plastic canisters. He tosses the sticky-bombs past an opening in the tentacles, and they explode at the robot's feet, spraying it with a fast-congealing goo. It, and its tentacles, are held fast.
Hmph. That was, dare we say it, almost too easy.
"I'd heard you were a genius, Irons. Where's the witty banter, I wonder..."