The gecko was attempting to move, but two arms with a lot of dead weight wasn't much making the cut.
Stylus was being ground into the lawn by the constant movement of the mecha-gecko. The movement was futile. It was incapable of further structural damage.
Eventually, the familiar sound of the Tornado filled Stylus' audio sensors. It was followed by a trippy-sounding buzz saw effect, and the gecko suddenly launched off of Stylus.
Stylus rolled onto his stomach and unfolded his solar panel wings. He was close to losing power completely at this point. He didn't care what was happening anymore.
He heard an explosion. Obviously the gecko had been destroyed. The mansion and garage were still generally in one piece. It was still a kind of victory.
He kept a firm grip on his sniper rifle. He didn't plan on moving until he attained at least 5%, so he could find a more appropriate spot to rest.
After a minute or so, he got to the five percent mark. Stylus pushed himself up and slung his sniper rifle again. Next up, collecting his knife.
He didn't notice that Sonic and the others were standing, waiting for the robot to notice them.
"Stylus," Sonic eventually said.
"Eh?" Stylus asked, turning his head toward the group.
Sonic gave Stylus a thumbs-up. "You did a cool job."
"Heh... Well, I'm quite possibly FUBAR, except hopefully without the BAR." Stylus grinned before laughing. "I'd better have done a good job."
This was followed by more laughter by other individuals- mostly those who would be old enough to know what FUBAR means. In other words, just the Grandpa. Stylus continued walking, when he noticed he was walking with a limp. Leg damage, damn. Must have been when the makeshift shield failed.
"Damn, where's my knife?" Stylus muttered aloud.
A blue blur, then Sonic appeared in front of Stylus, holding the knife by the flats of the blade. Stylus gripped the handle and slid it into the sheath on his backpack strap. "Thanks," Stylus said. "By the way, any place where I can rest vertically for once? Preferably with constant sunshine."
"Diving board's a good place for now, but if you're asking for a custom perch-"
"I'll build the perch," Stylus interrupted. "For now, the diving board."
"What about repairs?" Tails asked.
"The diving board," Stylus repeated.
"What about-"
"5% power left. I'd rather worry about other stuff when I have no risk of deactivating."
Stylus limped off toward the swimming pool in the back yard. He spotted it during his bout with the gecko.
Eh, it all could've been worse. The mansion and garage could've been flattened.
Along the way, Stylus heard conversation regarding what happened at Station Square. Sonic replied "Same old, same old. Eggman attempted to fight us with another flying robot."
Only two robots for what's implied to be one of many attacks? Eggman had no idea what he was doing when it came to world conquests.
Stylus climbed the diving board and locked his feet around the bottom of the handlebars. Fortunately, it was strong enough to hold the robot. Stylus' wings folded up around him, and he entered sleep mode.