"Well, for Christs sake!" -Alan frustratedly called out as another night jumped and klinged on to his hull.
I really do feel like a babysitter, with all this hugging.... He thought to himself...
With his top-mounted machine gun already broken off, there wasn't anything left on his hull to damage with a regulair sword, besides Alan's temper, by creating such obnoxiously loud noises.
But suddenly, as he heard the unmistakle report of a ,this time very real, gun, the chaotic embrace of war gripped him once more.
"Sorry, kid, but you're going to have to ride along!" He said as he spotted the, even for him, monstrously large metal robot, who had just fired the gun.
He quickly accelerated, and skitted of to a place where he could find cover from it's gun, whilst he carefully lined up his own, to what he assumed were the robot's optics.
All be it with one of the knight-men still clinging onto his hull.
"Say, this doesn't happen to by any chance be a friend of yours, does it?" -Alan calmly asked him, whilst he loaded his main gun.