The attacking Chihuelan goes flying as Deon runs, and he can hear the body hit the ground, see the sand kicked up from the impact. And the rest are beginning to stir...

His lungs are burning and his legs ache, but he has to stop this. It's shades of what happened with Chappie all over again, militaristic types trying to destroy something they don't understand, something that only wants to live and protect itself.

"Stop!" he yells, interposing himself between the Chihuelan and the watery clone.

God, I hope they don't fire through me.