You hold Keira closer to you, trying to figure things out in your head past your daughter sobbing into your shoulder, your son looking uncomfortably sane given the situation, and your friend’s body basically ripped apart on the wall across the room. Shit, she has a point, given the nature of things you doubt you guys could outrun him, and even if you did, where would you go? Troll’s place, maybe.
You don’t have much time to finish that plan though, interrupted by a frightened shriek freak Keira and her hold around your neck tightening a bit more. It takes you a second to catch up and realize what’s happening before your facing Rua and Chrissy, just as he’s reaching for her.
You don’t get to finish your cry out for her by another crash, and you and Ethan take a few instinctive steps back while yet another robot appears in your home. Is that… Another fucking robot unicorn? If anything you’re relieved, because past your fear you’re realizing he just attacked Rua. But yet…
"How many of you guys are actually in your family?” You ask Chrissy, keeping a one handed hold on Keira and using your free hand to try and tug Chrissy back at a hopefully-safe distance away from the robots.
You do not even feel the tug from Furry, far too busy openly gawking at the scene before you. Your feet remain firmly, stubbornly planted in the spots you had set them when you resigned yourself to dying. Again. At the hands of your other brother this time. It seems this may no longer be a thing that is going to happen, but you are not about to get your hopes up just yet. Even if this new android is as friendly and helpful as he appears, he still needs to somehow defeat Rua. You honestly are not sure if anyone has ever defeated your little brother in this form or if it is even possible for him to lose a strife like this.
You watch as Rua gets back to his feet, only to be immediately tackled again by the newcomer. They lock fists and you swallow nervously. You vaguely register the question tossed your way and the already clenched fists at your sides merely double their tension as something in your brain clicks. Holy Nicholas’ ghost. How did you not instantly make the connection? It is so obvious now! “Th-there’5 four of u5, but… th4t’5 not Hev! 4nd… 4nd if Evvie i5 there, then… i-it could only be….” You feel your chest tighten as your heart worms its way up your throat beat by frantic beat.
??: —> What are you waiting for?! Run! Now!! I am uncertain of how long I can hold him off! *
R͏U̢҉A̸̡͏̧͏:̸̡̡̧͟ E x t e r m i n a t e .