Ivan grinned up at the panda and gladly took his hand, using him to pull himself up. He didn't seem at all embarrassed by the situation, and from the looks of it, he was not the only one having trouble. In fact, it looked like a couple of them drew attention to their silent invasion. Without knowing how long the radio jammer would be working, they'd have to take out the opposition quickly.

But it seemed that with only 3 Eggpawn's go around, there wasn't enough for the swashbuckling rabbit. He frowned in disappointment. He looked over at Avatar with a shrug.

"At least they be unable to communicate with the jammer bein' up. Maybe they be the only ones that noticed us." He said, as if maybe he wasn't entirely sure.

Latika's meteor hammer, the lovely metal ball on a rope that it was, sunk straight into the back of the first Egg Pawn, crumpling its armor such that a good portion of it just plain fragmented and fell off its back as it toppled forward and hit the ground. It wasn't completely out of commission, but it was instantaneously on the ropes, smoking and sparking as it tried to pick itself up.

Geoff's attack met with success as well, but in a different way; his low-rolling spin attack struck the other Egg Pawn's leg and outright took it off, capsizing the robot in the opposite direction, and leaving it sprawled and confused, also trying to pick itself up.

Unfortunately, Fenn's side of the fight didn't go so well. He just sort of went "bump" against the bulky and dense Eggman-shaped robot. It reacted by firing a stubby-legged kick at him, as if to ward him away, before leveling its beam pistol and cracking off a couple shots.

Though decently strong, without any capacity for giving her punches any CE-ified oomph, Tyra was basically left ringing a big, steely gong. She dented it and made it stagger and flail, but its armor was among the toughest Eggman had ever endowed upon any of his mook-level robots. Combined with Fenn's flashy effort, though, the two managed to at least knock the thing down, and, well, being one of those aforementioned mook-level robots, it would wobble there like a turtle for at least a few seconds before making any kind of effective effort to right itself and stand up again.

No one seemed to be having too much trouble. Fenn was running into a bit of a problem with his dance partner, but Tyra seemed to be there to back him up. The others met with plenty of success, but their Eggpawn opponents weren't quite down for the count.

Ivan sprinted into the fray, heading toward the prone pawn that Geoff knocked down, not giving it the opportunity to climb back to it's feet, unsheathing his sword and then swinging it down on it's chassis.

He followed up the attack with a swift and powerful punt to the vaguely ball shaped robot with the intention of sending it out of bounds. That is to say, off the deck entirely.

Ivan's slash loosed yet more sparks and flailing from the machine, which then fell limp. His kick was insult to injury, but not quite in the way he intended; the robot was just plain too heavy to launch like that, but Ivan was just plain too hard a kicker not to, so the disagreement in physics meant that he basically popped the already-busted robot like a big, metal balloon. It literally flew apart with a pronounced "pop," and along with a scattering smattering of machine parts, a single ring bounced quietly out of the containment field of its interior. Like most Eggman robots, it used to contain a small animal in that shielded, interior portion, but it had apparently been retrofitted.

Meanwhile, inside the bay, Pax encountered...

Tons of robots.

But they were inactive.

Yes, thankfully, the robots he encountered were racks upon racks of so-called "Falcos," a red, birdlike robot that seemed to be a modernized take on the Balkiry. They all sat completely motionless, making not a peep, suspended in what looked like specially-made storage shelves, ready for deployment.

There was a disquieting quiet about that moment there, staring down the hundreds of yet-to-be-used robots. Behind the many rows seemed to be an entrance to a narrower corridor (with a sliding, armored door, currently shut), where there stood a couple more Egg Pawns facing one another. As of yet, they had not noticed Pax, and seemed content just to gaze blankly upon one another from across the hall like the utterly bored robotic sentries they were.

Any grinding Geoff did turned out to be against the metal deck, as, on impact, he quite satisfyingly popped the Egg Pawn much in the same way Ivan had just dispatched the other, reducing it too to a burst of machinery, electronics, and a single ring.