The robot shifted, chest opening up, unfolding. "I can take you, and carry that in my hands," a press of big, metal fingers, showing how the ground buckled. "We can take it all," he said.
Kisame took few steps back, not wanting to get accidently smeared on the vault of the heavens t'day.
Deathscythe didn't really care. His focus was on his pilot, that was all there was too it.