Nine-point-nine...
(she has a vigorous look on her face as she pushes forward...)
(but she then catches SPIKY GOLDEN HAIR out of the corner of her eye, nearly tripping on herself)
Oof—!
(luckily, her reflexes are good enough that she can hit the emergency stop button before she cracks her skull, so she just rolls to a stop, panting)
Haah... haah... ten.
"Hey, it's alright man. He was designed to fight, programmed to know the risks, all that. Plus, not sure how much this helps, but he wasn't, uh...fully sentient. Really just designed to recognize phrases and stuff. And plenty of people freak out at com-"
"Groundwalker..."
"Okay, you gotta be shitting me..."
-As the smoke clears, RAAM's Kryll have been reduced to ashes-
-His minigun is fused into an unusable hunk of metal-
-His forces lay decimated-
-His armor is scorched and burned-
-But the Locust general is very much alive-
"Uh...is there something on my face?"

"What? Guess what?"