He notices - that's not a good sign. "Ok, there's some rubble over there, take cover and stay down, ok?" He's at least had some combat training, even if they have yet to allow him on a mission.
"I'll give you some time to catch your breath." he volunteers - he has to.
He turns to the sentinels, cracking his knuckles. "Alright, your sons-of-Pintos, yer warranties better not be expired, CAUSE ITS CLOBBERIN' TIME!"
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