What on earth is she- Darkleer stiffens up as she presses her body against him. The robot is sparking and stumbling back, a jerky and malfunctioning mess, but as long as it stays a decent distance away, his attention is hardly on it. How could he focus on it with Mindfang clinging to him like this?

He bites down on his lower lip to try and hold back a hiss when she tightens her fingers around his horns, electricity feeling like it's going down his back. In retaliation, he has his free hand go up to tangle in her hair, giving it a yank.

"Can't handle dirty tricks when they aren't yours, then?" he growls.