Shell illuminated herself. She spun around the fins on her neck and back were bristling straight up. She grabbed another robot and pounded it into the ground using 324 pounds of dragon. (Rest in pancakes robot)

Knuckles threw himself against one of the few remaining, tackling it to the ground. "Just (CLANK! bzzt...) a few more," he said

(quick note: For a dragon with jewels all over it, 324 lbs. is actually incredibly lightweight. 3.24 tons seems more accurate.)

(Most of the gems were washed away or lost in battle. Aaand she practicly lived of the occasional leming. So yeah. )
Shell spat out some metal as she tore into a robot ripping of its face, chest, and arm. She shot a challenging glare at the other robots.
(She's cranky, not enough sleep. Robots woke her up.)

Knuckles took down any remaining ones, dealing swift and powerful blows. He stood panting, rubbing his afflicted shoulder.

Shell promptly sat down using a fallen robot as a rug. She spat out a few bits of metal and picked at her sharp teeth with a claw. She licked out dirt from various cuts and scrapes, occasionally spitting out small bits of wire of metal.

"You ok?" Knuckles asked Shell finally as he slowly pulled a hand away from his shoulder, only to wince in pain and cover it again.

"Mm great." Spits out more unedible minerals. "Question is are you okay." Shell stared at Knux's shoulder with narrowed eyes.

Knuckles pulled away from her. "Fine, I'm Fine," He said with a bit of a growl. "I've been through worse," He started to walk back, hand still clamped over his shoulder.

"Mmm fine." Shell clawed on a rock grinding her claws to sharpen them. "I guess I'll check the place for more robots, later." She got up walking towards the north west end of the area, sniffing at rocks and glaring occasionally at the woods.

"Naw, we're ok 'till morning. This island isn't a primary target, and these sort of raids are usually spaced out," Knuckles replied, already halfway up the shrine.