The first android staggers under the onslaught, its mechanical limbs twitching and spasming as Serra's relentless barrage tears through its chassis. Smoke billows from the ragged holes punched into its metal hide, the stench of burnt circuitry and molten metal choking the air.
With a final, shuddering groan, the wounded android collapses to the ground, its sensors flickering and winking out as its core systems shut down. The passageway falls silent, the only sound the hiss of escaping gases and the crackle of short-circuiting wiring.
Serra lowers her weapon, her chest heaving with exertion. "Nice shooting," she pants, giving you a quick nod of approval. "But we need to keep moving."