Intriguing.
Spark monitored the tavern from a distance, watching as various objects and even the occasional creature flew out various doors and windows, screaming.

A tiny black feline head pokes its way out from the synthetic's bag, and watches, its green eyes defying the darkness of the night. "Even in an alternate realm, the bar is still strewn with chaos, it appears." it protrudes its full body from the bag, settling on Spark actual's shoulders. "Perhaps they have trinary?"

Spark 5.5 buzzes, and shakes its monitor head. "Unit doubts it. However, it may learn something of this place... amidst the chaos." the robot watches as an orc is shoved out the front door onto its face, and then dragged back in by its legs, screaming.

"...Perhaps." the tiny cat AI responds, still monitoring the chaos. "Perhaps."


Spark stands up, flipping its hoodie over its head, and dimming the light coming from its CRT-head. "It would be best if this unit did not reveal itself entirely." it states, now standing and moving towards the tavern.

When it reaches the door, it immediately has to jump out of the way as it crashes open. An organic runs out, apparently not capable of coping with whatever was going on.

"...Breach and clear." Spark states, kicking the door and moving inside quickly.

SPLAT

Spark is immediately smacked in the monitor face with a tomato, which slowly inches down as gravity pulls it, smearing the glass. It reaches up, slowly, and removes it, staring at the food item. ...Oh, so that's how it is. it thinks to itself, crushing the item within its robotic palm.

"Warning: additional incoming projectiles detected." beeps Spark 5.5m, slowly beginning to move back into the satchel Spark wore, realizing the danger it imposed on itself by being out in the open. Spark immediately rolls to the side, stopping at a kneeling position, and pulls out the kinetic accelerator from its back, clutching the weapon in both hands at it aims down the sights.

BANG

Spark catches a food item in the air with a shot, sending apple bits flying everywhere, and startling the shit out of some nearby organic, which runs out the door immediately, apparently deciding to be done for the night. "Good aim." the feline offers, its head poking from Spark's satchel again. The accelerator whirs and finally emits a click, indicating it was ready to fire again. The hoodie drifts over Spark's optics a little, and it immediately shoves it back, revealing itself entirely. Eyes immediately seem to focus on the robot, some in confusion, others in alarm at the newcomer.
So much for not revealing itself.

A nearby organic almost flies into Spark as they're tossed like a ragdoll, causing it to roll to its left again, landing just underneath a table. Thinking fast, Spark upends the furniture item, barely saving itself from a thrown axe, which impales the table. It stares out over the side and examines the area. "...This is just like the Cyberiad." it notes, emitting a soft ping.

Spark's attention is caught by organics at the other end of the room, tossing food at various individuals. Emitting a buzzing sound, it set a new objective. Bean them back, with lightning.

"So what are these green blobs? Mutants?" the robotic feline in Spark's bag inquires, catching the attention of a nearby orc. It turns to look at Spark in absolute rage.

"WHAT YOU SAY ABOUT ME?!" it yells. It charges at Spark... and immediately gets blasted in the face with a kinetic shot. It flinches, its nose bleeding, but the blast doesn't seem to effect it too much as it continues to barrel forward. When it nears, Spark kicks the table forward, knocking it into the orc and causing it to bend over, releasing a gasp in surprise. As it attempts to stand up, the blue robot acts fast, slamming the butt of the weak rifle onto its head, before delivering a sharp kick into its face. It howls as it falls off the table, and onto the ground on its backside, only to be met with a merciless blast of electricity from Spark's palm. The creature screams as Spark doesn't let up, eventually slamming its head on the ground and knocking itself out. "Target incapacitated." it states, giving the unconscious orc another kick. A picture of a middle finger appears briefly on its monitor, before it looks away from the creature. Spark stares at its arm briefly, electricity dancing through it. "This unit needs to exhaust additional electricity anyways. Cell charge at one hundred and ten percent, and elevating." it ducks behind the table again, looking towards Spark 5.5m. "Try not to draw further attention to this unit, however." it states, prompting an almost irritable buzzing sound from the cat, which only states, "Noted."

Placing the accelerator on its back again, it begins diving from cover spot to cover spot, trying to prevent itself from attracting too much more attention.