He pulls a few more off of his plating, crushes them into the sand below, and starts toward Knock Out. He only makes it a few steps though, when he staggers from the weight of a joint attack from behind.

"I'm trying," he growls, unhappy to have to turn his back on Knock Out again to address this newest threat. It's a laborious process, pulling each one off and then destroying it. They jump around so much, half the time it's gone before he can get his hammer down on it. "Just hang on, I'll be there in a second."

Or... a little longer than a second, maybe. It's not going very well over here, either.