[Whoever programmed this omnic's speech patterns deserved a swift kick. It sounded like a super villain. However... it's a thought for later. After something is done about this.]

[There is a glance toward the other side of the cargo bay. Toward doors he can only assume will lead out.]

[There's an idea.]

[Reinhardt isn't fast enough to doge the flying vehicle completely. It smashes into one side of his shield, spinning him around and wrenching his arm on that side -- enough to where metal screams and bones crackle. He's forced to one knee. The shield flickering wildly as he leans on the hammer for support.]

There is one of me here, now... and it is more than enough for you.

Come, beast! Is that the best you can do? Throwing cars at an old man!