The Steampunk Boiler Room

Before Wolfgang could react to the to site of the small child piloting the steaming behemoth, he felt hands grip his rufby players legs. He'd forgotten about the humanoids rushing to send him to his doom.

He swung around steam-powered fists raising above his head in readiness to dish out their comeupance.

There were 7 clockwork humanoids in all. And they were not approaching nor threatening him. They just stood there, lightly clicking and whirring.

Wolfgang looked between his legs, straining his balance to peer behind him. With his arms raised, double fisted to wallop enemies , he teetered precariously. It was the boy. The boy he rescued. The boy smiled up at him. Wolfgang frowned.

"Bye"

The boy pushed, and Wolfgang fell.