[The tank's engine snarls as his treads scoop out more ground to try and escape, even managing to drag the both of them for about a moment or two before he realizes he's trapped. What Helex had seized wasn't quite a gun turret -- mining vehicles weren't typically armed, but it was a smiliarly deep-wired piece of armor that would hurt like all hell to have torn out.]
[He shifts back, the armor handheld ending up near his collar and his hands emerging out of vehicle mode to grip Helex's wrist.]
[There was nothing standing between him and Helex but his legs, and he still had no idea what the hell he was going to do to escape.]
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[He shifts back, the armor handheld ending up near his collar and his hands emerging out of vehicle mode to grip Helex's wrist.]
[There was nothing standing between him and Helex but his legs, and he still had no idea what the hell he was going to do to escape.]