[Codename 'Tin Man' starts to drop toward the ground. At this point, he's a few dozen feet out, but he'd still managed to decelerate so abruptly anyone else, anyone not in Tin Man armor probably would have gotten whiplash. He lands on the ground, a whumpf of impact, metal on soil and leaf litter.]

I don't know about 'cool' for you and me, Arwen, [he says, because Tolkien references are canon for him I guess.] But that-- [he raises one metal arm, servomotors whirring slightly. Somehow, his filtered, tinny, mechanical voice manages to convey a feeling of genuine approval, as he indicates the huge... lumbering... something that Taako summoned, chasing off the soldiers at the other end of the meadow.] That was cool.

You can stay down here and kick my ass. It's an option. You know, a lot of us are firing at red. Any chance you could change up the palette?