[ It's that familiar clang that sends a shiver through the time traveler, a sound he's heard practically all his life and not one that will ever really leave his nightmares. He knows this song and dance, knows that getting pulled in is game over for any human against any sort of machine in close proximity. So when the pipe is yanked, he lets it go and stumbles back and out from around the corner. The only weapon he has on him is his sawed off 37 pump action shotgun which he whips out from beneath his coat and aims it right at Arid from a distance.
His eyes lock on, having no idea what this is except that it is a machine. Not the T-800, not even the T-600s. But he's not about to ask questions and instead, fires off a shot. ]
oh no what a bad day for kyle
His eyes lock on, having no idea what this is except that it is a machine. Not the T-800, not even the T-600s. But he's not about to ask questions and instead, fires off a shot. ]