Lambert's just trying to pick himself up when a couple of punks barrel down onto his back and then the Mother unleashes that attack, stunning him for a moment before he shakes it off. For a moment, the golden circuitry on his horns and the bones of his tail shine bright as he refocuses himself, the lines in the light of his soul's color briefly as he marshals himself.

Looks like the cavalry's here, or at least a way out. He rumbles, pushing himself up to get Rita closer to Rin and his offered hand. He heard that crack -- he intends to keep fighting, but she doesn't have to. Metal glints between his teeth, the sliver of iron he's still hanging onto ... though he should probably rethink his approach here.