We do not need brains for that. With that thought, Hitori and others charged down the right path, to the men at the front of the house. The robots were firing at the woods non-stop, and on closing it, their robotic mechanism was visible.
They were disguised in human skin, but Tengoku had not bothered to put much effort into their fitting since their flesh was dancing loose around the joints. Although their grips on the triggers were firm, their thin body structure did not promise much for hard and fast movements.
Hitori raised his wand, still prepared in case the robots turn the nozzle to him and pull the trigger– or heck, not even release the trigger as they turn around. They were wearing a jumpsuit made of skin, not tight, and glasses– just like Tengoku does.
He held his breath and prepared for the worst, but that worst never came. He walked close to the wall, staying out of the light and sight of the robots and Tengoku, wherever he was hiding.