Lights? Off. Training robot outfitted with state of the art...

An angry bark as he lunges again, tackling it straight over. Knives clatter on the tile, others slashing into his arms and chest, though most only hit fur and cloth. Fangs snap around one of the robotic arms, biting down as hard as he can.
All frustration, no room for anything else. 𝙂𝙚𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙨𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙣 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙚. Watching his blood splash was also a thrill, though he knew he should probably clean it up… oh well.