That's the power of anime/jrpgs/first person shooters, baby!

Orisa's fist goes up, and Tidus's brings his down in a fistpump, cheering out as the machines fry out lifelessly. "Alright! Can't get too comfortable yet though, we still gotta get to whatever they were protectin'! Come on!"

And Tidus, never one to learn a lesson about being cautious or careful, sprints off and around the crumpled mess of bots. There's a thick gate in the way -- rather, made thick by all the vines wrapped around it. He yanks at a few, but then immediately looks back, hoping his new metal pal isn't far behind.

"Hey! Think you can blast us open?"

He points to the gate, ready to step out of the way.