Gibs' ears were ringing a bit, super-sensitive hearing and loud explosions were not the best of combinations, but he was rather used to it, somewhere through the fight he had split a lip open, but the little injury had left a small bit of dried blood on his face. He had twisted a knee, but none of it was enough to keep the feral down. This was too much fun to let such minor things keep him down. He had a few more Sentinels to rip apart and a teammate to keep alive. Back to work!
He bounded upwards and managed to get himself perched on the arm of one Sentinel. He crouched a moment, giving it a cocky grin. It quickly lurched to the side, unfortunately for it, that was the one whose knee Gibs had ripped open, the action sent the Sentinel falling to the ground. He jumped off the falling machine, dodging rays as he slammed the balls of both feet into another robot's face, damaging its eye receptor. He sank his claws into the casing of the robot's head and used his momentum to spin around to the other shoulder before he dug his claws up under the head and ripped out several wires, sending the Sentinel wobbling and eventually collapsing to the ground.
Gibney bounded off to the ground and hurried over beside Simon. He stood in a defensive, prepared stance with his back to his companion. "'Ow ya holdin' up?" he asked, huffing lowly for breath as blue eyes shot over the remaining enemies. "Got 'nymore of 'at 'splosion stuff?" That seemed to take them out pretty quick, Gibs was all for that. A mixed concoction of blood and oil dripped from his right forearm and off his claws, but he hardly seemed to notice.