"I'm sorry!" he yelped, already in pain. It wasn't like he was trying to lose his hand, the blowback from that gun had just been intense. He cursed and lobbed the twisted pieces at the robots with his good hand, which unfortunately wasn't his dominant hand. They missed.

"Trap them. Knock things down." He shot out of their spot, rammed straight into a bookcase, and wedged his foot in the small gap that appeared. It would soon go down.