Eric had to avoid first a array of laser blasts from the tiny machine before it got close enough to activate a set of sharp claw like tentacles which swiped at him aggressively. And the speed which it assaulted him meant he had to keep on his toes as he zipped back, making sure the claws didn't hit vital areas such as his helmet or rocket boots. If his armor got damaged he might be stuck at his height for a while, and in Doom's castle that wasn't a fun prospect.

As the robot advanced tough there was a sudden burst of energy from somewhere, and the machine shifted and jerked wildly to the right as if some magic force had upset its movement. Anne's attempts to break the door had seemed from Eric's perspective as successful but she had inadvertedly defended her boyfriend from harm as the robot tried to right itself from its prone position.

Taking advantage of the distraction he slammed a tiny fist into the centre of the maqchine, ripping out vital sections of wires before it flopped back and feel inert to the dusty castle floor far below.

"Anne... I don't know what you did there, but thanks. Looks like you help damage the robot for me, I'm fine. How about you?"