Losing Casey is not an option. Wash keeps his grip as tight as he can, but pulling up Casey and an additional hundred or so pounds of homicidal machinery is proving to be a bit too much for him to be able to handle.

Fortunately - and it could really only be fortunately in this case - that machinery is climbing up Casey. "Hold on tight," he mutters, maintaining his death grip with one hand and going for his knife with the other. When the clockwork drone gets within arm's reach, he glares at it and it freezes. Good. He doesn't have much time - better get to work.

One swift, precise stab between the metal plating on the neck severs pipes and leaves the creature screaming. It takes more work to get an arm off, but after a few seconds of forceful but precise stabbing (during which his other arm starts to ache and then burn; he can not support this much weight for long) he manages to cut through enough pipes and weaken enough joints for the clockwork monster's arms to disconnect at the elbows, joints too weak to continue to support the monster's dangling weight. It falls, a very long way down, and finally shatters into twisted casing and broken pipes on the ground outside.

Wash doesn't spare the time to watch - he's too busy yanking Casey back through the window and onto solid ground. "Well, that was fun."