A slash to the shoulder clanged off of the metal that protected it, a scratch appeared and the blunt force shifted the insides just enough that redundancies had to be deployed. In my shoulder wires and metal shifted, systems in place fixing their broken parts as replacements were deployed.
Another claw threatened to pierce my neck and immediately I dashed to the side, following the half filled calculations that my combat algorithms had told me to do.
As I retreated I pulled my rifle up and squeezed the trigger.
click
"Tch" I clicked my tongue. I was out of bullets.
"Shit!" I yelled not caring about my volume as again and again more and more slashes threatened to hit me, some even able to do some damage to me. However that was not for long as my vision changed.