No kidding! [Sun continues to wiggle and flail his tail around, twisting himself to try and throw a punch or a kick or anything at the robot. As strong as the appendage is to hold up his weight or throw people back, it's not strong enough to get out of that grip.] Whoever programmed these guys probably though it'd be funny.

[He should graft a tail on that programmer and see how he likes using that as a leash.

The crunch of metal and the tension on his tail going away is enough of a sign to get the hell away. Sun tucks and rolls away, stopping and balancing himself with a hand on the floor so he can look at the damage.

The robot sputters and spasms some more before finally shutting off. Those broken metal plates and wires and debris that Naoki's shaking off from his hands... There's no sign of a weapon or any shots of a gun or magic that could have made that kind of damage.

Sun gulps down a lump in his throat and rubs the back of his head as he stands.]

Dude, remind me to never get on your bad side.