September 18, 2011, 8:51 PM (Grease Pits, Polyhex) --- Kick Off was sitting up at this point on a chair as he was waiting to be moved to the repair bay, his wounds severe enough to need it. His chestplate was ripped apart, exposing internals as he sat, leaning over, optics dimmed a little bit. Dejected? Perhaps. Or just in pain from this known defeat. Robustus arrives with his cart which he parks by Kick-Off, a frown upon the mechs features as he looks the gladiator over. "They haven't begun repairs?" he asks incredulously. "... Habit. Apologies." notes Kick-Off.