Sparks flew from Zerrinnen's body as he tried sitting up. He tried to speak, but only metallic noises emitted from him, indiscernible at first, but then clear, "No.. Service station.." His luminescent orange lights flickered as if on low power, and his light shield veil dissipated. He'd been thrown hard, and had paid for acting on his own fantastical whims. He should have never attempted to fight, but it was fairly in self defense. Pieces of the wall crumbled around him and just as his shield did, the claws flickered, then dimmed into clear rubber-like pads that made up his fingers and toes. Carefully, he pulled himself out of the rubble with the one fully functional hand he had.. His lights were slowly dimming into nothing. "Can't.. Go to service station.." he uttered, his "voice" taken under by static. He collapsed, his neon orange eyes fading into the same darkness the other lights had fallen into. Hello sleep, he thought as he went unconscience. Oh brother of Death, treat me well. A last statically laugh echoed through the ruined lab as he thought of what might happen if the raptor found him again.