Mercer scowled as he noticed the second turret. He had thought the one Rex attacked was a neutral structure.
"I'll deal with the minions." He said to Holly. "Follow me, and take out their turret. Try not to mess it up." As he spoke his right arm mutated into a huge blade, while the left turned into a thick shield of solidified tissue, and then he lunged into the minions, tearing through them like a meat grinder.
Feeling the ground start to rumble, Jensen prepared to leap into the air even as he continued to fire at the minion,s focusing on the casters and cannoneers at the back. When his gun ran dry he dropped the mag before swiftly holstering it. Extending his blades he waded into the crowd of club wielding minions. He darted and slashed, blades flicking from wrist to elbow and back as he attacked, and the slow, clumsy opponents fell in droves. As they yielded before him he made his way towards Archimedes, meaning to take him down quickly and help Taric with Roz if he had to.