Yamato grins a little wider when he sees Robot Girder's attempt to lightsaber him backfire, although he has to grimace and turn his head away as the explosion singes him.
He keeps pulling on the wrist and pushing on the shoulder, digging his heels in to keep Robot Girder from dragging him off his feet, twisting and pushing in the knife until he eventually hears the tearing of mechanical inner workings, followed by the arm coming loose enough for him to rip it away and toss it to one side.
"Just so we're clear, CC-Computer-Dude, if the Flash has a single bullet hole in him when I next see him, I'm going to do the same thing to you."
And then he's darting around to the front of Robot Girder, moving to drive the knife as deep as it will go in between the metal plates around its neck and, if he can get it in, following up with a hefty punch to the handle to drive it all the way through and, hopefully, sever the neck entirely.
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He keeps pulling on the wrist and pushing on the shoulder, digging his heels in to keep Robot Girder from dragging him off his feet, twisting and pushing in the knife until he eventually hears the tearing of mechanical inner workings, followed by the arm coming loose enough for him to rip it away and toss it to one side.
"Just so we're clear, CC-Computer-Dude, if the Flash has a single bullet hole in him when I next see him, I'm going to do the same thing to you."
And then he's darting around to the front of Robot Girder, moving to drive the knife as deep as it will go in between the metal plates around its neck and, if he can get it in, following up with a hefty punch to the handle to drive it all the way through and, hopefully, sever the neck entirely.