September 13, 2011, 11:01 PM (Track and Training, Iacon) --- Blades thrashes a drone angrily with a howl, slamming it limbs-first into a wall and allowing sparks to fly. He grinds its back into the immovable barrier, punching his fist into its chest cavity. Finally he hauls off the head with a feral snarl and tosses it downfield. Blades turns to face the newcomer with wild optics and tosses the remains of the corpse his way. "What do you want? Go away!" he hisses. Blades frowns and puts his hands on his hip components. "I don't remember you. At all." He huffs softly out of his vents.