Three Thousand Club
If the bolts alone don't do the trick, then more fire power is needed - the technowizard fires another volley, hopefully adding to the damage already done.
"They have some kind of pathological hatred of humanoid life, to the point of needing to exterminate anything they come across that even looks remotely humanoid. Aliens and DBees that work with humans are just as bad, and they are on the auto-kill list, too. If the few that came through the Rift are able to figure out how to open up the portal to their home dimension once more, they can bring through a swarm of various kinds of Mechanoid types in numbers that will quickly overwhelm the entire planet."
Gradicus took a moment to compose himself. Gladiators fought because to live was either to fight for the entertainment of thousands or fall to an ignoble and forgettable death. Samurai fought for their lords, to honor their code of Bushido, and to live a fleeting life worthy of remembering. But these robots? These... Mech-a-noids? They seemed to exist to destroy all that was unlike them. That put them near the same level as contempt and disgust as Splugorth as far as the True Atlantean was concerned. Anyone who would prey on the innocent and defenseless without the option of being talked into a different route of the heart (assuming they had one) was on Gradicus's chopping block as it were."...they can bring through a swarm of various kinds of Mechanoid types..."