Damn. It's out here again. Cedric touches down nervously, taking off in the direction of Most Stuff. He can prolong this fight with something, can't he? A crowbar like the ones all the other powerless people were using against the robots? He breaks into a run, trying to keep the stench of death from distracting him too much. Surely there's something---anything. Maybe someone who knows how to fight them?

Along the way, he manages to bend down and scoop up a rusted bumper in his raw hands. "Yeah, that's right, kill the spare, come on," he curses under his breath. More noise could attract more of them.