When gravity went and inverted on them (or rather, when the ship stopped diving so fast that everything was falling upward), Casey very briefly got kind of... tangled. He was holding the rope, his leg was wrapped around a rail; suddenly, he was upside down, his ankle was at a weird (painful) angle, and he was all sorts of confused and just dangling there with his gut tensed and his face bright red from the strain of being upside down.

And then he got hit by a waterfall! This flushed him out of place effectively, though it did little for his well-being.

That pretty much sums up Casey's involvement in that entire mess: flushed. He went straight through those doors without even the ability to complain.

The doors soon clamped and latched shut, the airship (submarine?) leveled out, and the madness began to subside, with the floor finally truly acting as a floor, and a stationary one, at that.

The chamber they were in seemed to essentially be the belly of the beast, the the dead center of the ship—the cargo hold. And, it now held... three and a half feet of water! Some of the cargo was tied down, but the bulk of it was loose and free, and was effectively all over the place. Some lighter boxes, cardboard and full of who-knows-what, bobbed around gently in the new green-watered swimming pool that comprised the entire room. Fluorescent lights overhead starkly, sickly lit everything, mixed with the yellow, spinning alarm lights.

There was one really big, monolithic crate, about fifteen feet tall, and even wider than that, in the middle of the chamber. It would have been easily overlooked in all the chaos if it didn't suddenly start bumping and jolting.

A single metal fist erupted through the boards. It cranked around, twisted, pulled back, and then—

BOOM.

The entire thing exploded into splinters as an enormous, Egg-pawn-shaped, gleaming robot, an Egg Hammer, stepped forward and raised its utterly immense weapon overhead. The war hammer, easily big enough to fit a few Caseys inside, glanced off the low-clearance ceiling with a shower of sparks, whirled, and then came ferociously blasting down at no one in particular, sending a tidal-wave-like blast of water rushing at all four walls, probably taking every single party member with it.

They were going to have to fight this thing in a room less than a hundred feet across, with water that was standing chest high for most—enough to require at least the shortest party members to swim if they couldn't fly. Worst of all? It was hardly even knee-high on the robot, so the thing moved around virtually unhindered.

And it was coming for them. All of them. It seemed happy enough to start with Pax, slowly lumbering his direction with hammer raised. (It truly figured that it would aggro on the squishy team leader first.)

Welp...

It seems that the current situation fits the idiom "Out of the frying pan..." if only in the most figurative sense, because things just went from bad to worse. Though not immediately evidenced, they were now swimming in a chamber. But at least they were upright properly again. Ivan was a good 3 feet and change, so he was wading around. If that wasn't bad enough, they had to wade around while dealing with a big-ass hammer dude who just burst out of a big crate in the room.

Ivan took a deep breath, and crouched where he was(submerging himself in the process) before making a mighty leap out of the water, and toward the monstrous Egg pawn with hammer. It was hard to tell just how tough it was by looking at it, but there was one way to find out. In mid-flight, he reoriented himself feet first, throwing both feet at it's body in a double kick.

The Egg Hammer staggered and clanged in response to Ivan's colossal bunny-power-kick, but amazingly did not dent. It did divert its attention from Pax, however, and take a huge, widely-telegraphed swat at Ivan with its hammer, sending another mini-tidal-wave in the process.

Ivan did a quick backflip off of the robot and landed back in the water, only to have that hammer come down on him. He ducked under the water to swim away. He narrowly avoided the hammer, and the little tidal wave sent him soaring through the water until a bolted down crate stopped him.

"Ngghhblrbl!" He flailed, and scrambled to his feet to get some air. He gasped as his head emerged from the murky depths, flipping his head back to get one of his floppy ears out of his face.

"He be pretty damn tough," he assessed.

Casey had largely been busy just plain battling the waves. He was easily tall enough to stand over the water, but he was just disoriented, dizzy, and pained from the fall, so he still hadn't gotten his bearings, especially with the sheer amount of seawater he had been gulping down. So, when Fenn called him into action, the reaction was a little funny.

"Oh, good," he sputtered, readying his gunarm as best he could, "I thought you were gonna try to get me to tackle it 'cause I'm the 'big guy'!"

Well, it did sound like that at first.

He took aim. It was with some hesitation that he fired, just because the room was so chaotic, and he wasn't sure of who or what he would shoot, but he did his best to keep his dispensation of hell to a tight, well-controlled cone aimed for the thing's right leg. Given the circumstances, though, his aim was not all that good.

While Jack's shots were spot on, and Casey's not quite so, neither seemed to do a whole lot of good. Jack's little revolver rounds ricocheted off without even a ding or spark, and Casey's much larger caliber rounds didn't do much more. The target was just too small for him to hit in such turbulent circumstances.

Even Geoff outright bounced off with a big bang and clang, succeeding only in repeating what Ivan had accomplished by sending it staggering once more, or so it appeared at first. Soon, it became apparent that, in their combined efforts, a sizable dent had formed on its chest.

Fed up with trying to chase one target after another, the robot decided to try a new approach: swing at everything. It held its hammer out, gripped it tightly, and began to whirl in a mad circle. It spun with such force that the bottom edge of its tremendous mallet, scooping just into the water, began to actually form a vortex. Even the good swimmers were no longer completely safe; soon, cargo was tumbling once more, sucked into the stormy dervish.

The spin cycle stopped abruptly when the robot came to the end of its rope—or the end of Latika's rope, that is. It had managed to wind its own legs up in the rope several times over, leaving it well bound.

It flailed its arm and its hammer in a desperate struggle to maintain balance as it slowly teetered to one side.

Today seemed to just be one of those days. Rocket Propelled hang gliders, world's deadliest water slide, and now the spin cycle from hell. Ivan tried his damnedest to hold onto the bolted down crate that he was near as the whirling waters churned, with the intent of sucking him right into the hammer.

He didn't get to hold on for long, as a loose carboard box smacked him in the face sending him spiralling toward certain doom. With some measure of luck, however, or expert timing on Latika's part, the spin cycle stopped before he could meet the hammer face to head. He scrambled to his feet as the water settled back down, gasping for air and simultaneously rubbing his head where he was smacked by debris.

It didn't take him long to realize the robot was teetering. Perhaps it was an invitation? Ivan leaped once again toward the robot to give it the nudge it needed, throwing another hard kick at it's body. If he could stagger it before, it stood to reason that in it's tangled and teetering position, he could topple it.