"Excellent idea, sir," Prometheus declares. He produces two circular discs about the size of his palm, presses something, and skims them, one after the other at opposite corners the scaffolding on either side of the mutant.

He then turns his attention briefly to the mutant on the roof, and returns fire in short, controlled, well-aimed bursts

Epimetheus surges forward when the mutant picks up the two by four, ignoring its attempts at intimidation. She grabs the makeshift weapon, fingers splintering the wood. She shoves her gun towards its face firing another two shots.

It dies with a gurgling scream and an unpleasant crunching of bone. One down, two to go.

The mutant under the scaffolding sees it and howls in rage. "You killed my brother!" He redirects to fire at Epimetheus instead - still not very accurately, but generally it only takes one bullet to kill a human.

There's an inarticulate noise from the roof and the already-injured mutant stumbles back from the edge. "You pay for that!" he yells. He doesn't sound incredibly confident of that, though.

Cat mumbles some curses as she loses sight of her target, and quickly switches to the surviving mutant on the ground.

Epimetheus has turned her attention to the mutant on the ground as well, and is weaving her way towards him. (Occasionally, there is a metallic ping from her vicinity, presumably bullets hitting their mark, but it doesn't seem to impede her.)

Just as she dives under the scaffolding the two charges go off. She doesn't pull her dive, just aims straight for the mutant.

"You did tell her the scaff was coming down, didn't you, 'Metheus?" 'Sidora is squinting at the top of the building.

"She confirmed," Prometheus says. "Any suggestions on luring our target on the roof back into gun range?"

Cat pulls a grenade out of her pack, arms it, and chucks it onto the roof. There's a pause, an explosion, a yell, and the mutant falls off the roof to land with a thud on the concrete. He's dazed, but amazingly, not dead yet.

'Sidora makes an approving sound. "It has a certain direct charm," he agrees. "Those things are tough. 'Metheus?"

"Must I?" Prometheus gives a slightly-fake sigh, even as he moves past them, vaulting the wall. He advances on the stunned mutant, firing three shots as he goes - two in the head, one in the chest. He seems perfectly ready to go hand-to-hand if so required.

The first shot cracks the mutant's helmet in two; the second splits his skull. The third is probably unnecessary, but either way, he doesn't get up again.

The pile of plywood and steel where the scaffolding used to be suddenly erupts. The collapse doesn't seem to have done anything to the surviving mutant except annoy him, and now he's got a length of metal pipe as a weapon. He swings it wildly at either where Epimetheus is or his best guess for her location.

Cat isn't suicidal enough to come out from behind the wall, and from what she's seen of Epimetheus, the robot can handle herself. Still, she fires two shots at the mutant: one misses and the other embeds itself in the forearm of his off hand.

Prometheus adjusts his aim, fires at the last remaining mutant. "Apparently they can survive having scaffolding dropped on them," he reports over his shoulder.

"So not the time, 'Metheus," 'Sidora calls, but he's chuckling.

From a little way to the left of where the mutant has guessed Epimetheus' location, the scaffolding moves, and a hand emerges, folding around a steel pipe.

Epimetheus pushes herself out of the wreckage, looking a little bit battered, but mostly in one piece (her left arm appears to be hanging at an odd angle, but still relatively functional). She adjusts her grip on the pipe and drives it towards the mutant's chest.

Either Prometheus's bullet missed or the super mutant simply doesn't care that it hit him. He is not, however, prepared for the sudden surge of metal and violence to his left, and barely twists out of the way in time to avoid being impaled. The pipe glances off his shoulder instead, and his arm suddenly hangs limp - the right, as if he is a weird reflection of Epimetheus. He bellows in pain and rage and lifts his own metal pipe over his head to bring it crashing down on his assailant.

Epimetheus spins the pipe like a baton, and brings it up to defend her head, crouching slightly. In an astounding feat of balance, she lashes out at one of the mutant's knees with her heel - which appears to sprout a knife as she kicks.

Prometheus meanwhile, is advancing again, firing when he has a clear shot at exposed limbs and critical organs.

Tough as super mutants are, even they can't shrug off a knife to the kneecap and several new lung perforations. The brute collapses to the ground, hitting his head hard on the brick of the building. He makes an involuntary groaning noise and tries to get up, but he can't seem to coordinate his limbs. Even if all they do is stare at him, he's not going to survive the fight.

"Goddammit," says Hancock, exasperated. "I didn't get to do anything."

"It's not my fault you like shotguns," Cat mutters at him. He mock-glares at her.

Epimetheus straightens, and looks down at the mutant. She is still for a second, and then drives the pipe still in her hand through his head.

"Clear, sir," she reports, scanning the area.

"Thank you, Epime," he says. He looks over at Hancock. "Sorry 'bout that. My squad often had that complaint when these guys did...well. What they just did?"

"I do apologise," Prometheus says, apparently sincerely. "We can leave something to do next time if you so wish?"

He's beside Epimetheus at this point, apparently doing the fiddly work to get her arm reattached again.

"Uh," says Hancock, and looks at the pipe through the mutant's head. "No, you know what, I'm good."

Cat snorts. "Don't worry, I'll save you one at the hospital," she says, amused. Now that the danger's over, she stands from her crouch and approaches one of the nearby... blobs of meat. It's unrecognizable as having previously been from any given animal, human or otherwise. She undoes the chain net holding it together and starts rooting around in the mess, without any apparent discomfort or disgust.

Neither of the AIs respond, with even odds on that being because it doesn't register as a problem, them carefully controlling their response to it, and them being distracted fixing Epimetheus' arm.