care about the fists that that land on his face, or the teeth that bite into his arms.
He can feel the them cut through the fabric and sink into his skin, but just continues as if it didn’t happen, decapitating two more drones quickly and snapping the neck of another like a chicken. The drones step back, as if expecting the bites to take effect but confusion grips them as he drops the limp body to the ground and continues towards them.
They back away. Their simple programming unable to comprehend what’s happening. He wasn’t here to teach them a lesson however and as he charges towards one he fires his rifle at another. Light work is made of the rest and as the final adversary falls, he wipes the saliva and blood from his arms and weapons.