He continued laughing until he arrived at a spot where he would see Rico’s core again. Once his metallic giggling stopped, he stopped for a moment, remembering what he wanted the core for. Desperate to insert the ball onto his palm, his fingers twitched. He crouched down, and kept his eye on the shining phenomenon wrapped in solid, metal casing.
He slowly reached for his prize - his contracting eyes gleaming in his own shaded face. His arm twitched more. He was about to get what he wanted…
Realising that not all components of his hands were crushed, the figure desperately entered a last resort to escape the enemy’s clutches. A dangerous whizz of electricity was internally transferred from his shoulders towards his messed up palms, which next released an ascending whistle-like sound.
ZAP!
The palms then released a static shock powerful enough to paralyse the entity. The entity, screaming again, fell off of the figure, and shook vigorously on the ground; its pupils moving frantically from one area in its eyes to another. It’s tears overflow onto its jumper, before the cracked floor. Only until then did the entity lay unconscious, with its body fuming little puffs of smoke.
The figure stumbled back up, and limped towards his unconscious opponent. His hands were still crushed. However, his tasers were still intact. Damaged yet triumphant, the robot glanced at the entity’s paralysed head.
“As I was saying…”, he spoke in Rico’s voice, “As I have heard from my lord, your brother proved to be a potential difficulty.”
He laughed in a bit of disbelief, before continuing.
“Apparently, he summoned a group of large meteorites to get rid of my lord… Instead, he ended up destroying a whole city. Of course! It was hard for ME to believe the claims, but that was until I met… you!”.
He limped away, while talking.
“I thought you were nothing but a mere, pathetic member of an endangered species, deliberately wanting to be squashed under my foot… I was wrong. You proved to be something more than that, something more dangerous, something that could threaten even a town… A world itself… I felt your strength and power destroying individual parts of my data and components. I don’t think I’ll ever feel the same level again.”
He laughed again, as he escaped from the paralysed entity, after bidding it a respectful farewell. As he said, he’ll never feel that same level of strength that pushed against him in a fight as brutal as that. He’ll never get over what he said…
Upon making contact with the city floor, a severe earthquake was caused, shaking up a small part of the street the figure crashed onto. And a hole as shallow as his sorrowless silicon soul has been made. His vision blurred and glitched once again.
The entity zoomed down feet first onto the figure’s chest, enlarging the hole, crumbling the ground even more. The impact of the feet dug increasingly deep into the figure’s chest, damaging even more of his circuitry and hardware. Eventually, as a result of this, oil instantly splattered out of his buzzing face. His pupils contracted to half the size of a measly spider, as he felt the pain flowing through his coding.
The entity then collapsed onto its knees, with tears still coursing down its face. It looked up at the sky, thinking of the effect it had on its son’s life, and how it let him down. It gave him a promise… A promise that it would protect him no matter how dangerous the circumstances are. The promise was a disaster… Nothing more than being broken. It… No… She failed to do one thing…
She closed her eyes tightly as even more tears poured down her face. Her shoulders shuddered in deep sadness. Her head wobbled in shame; her elbows struggling to keep themselves up.
Her guard’s off.
The figure - despite his injuries - took the chance to stab against the entity’s chest with his claws until they were grabbed by the last second. Having its moments disturbed, it stared at the robot’s eyes, and hardened its grip, crushing the hands in the process. While this occurred, an unknown force fell onto his head. It almost felt as if something was slowly flattening him, and physically destroying everything he stored inside himself. He attempted a scuffle out of this, but it was just too much for him to handle. All of this pressure, all of this power. There is no way he could escape…
“I was told of your kind by my superior.”, he calmly said instead in Setuh’s voice, “He has seen you before, but not in such a poor state as that!”.
He giggled like a strange little girl minding her own business in an empty street. He clenched his fists and continued telling in Dynamo’s voice.
“But he has observed another weakling who turns out to be your brother. My lord was indeed CLOSE to killing him… but he - the cubic freak - transformed into a hideous, revolting, demon-like slob of a creature! Its skin was dark as the shadows that follow us yet its eyes were as bright as the sun that covers-“.
The entity had enough. Magically, the figure was flung into the sky with the flick of a wrist. He doesn’t even have a chance to finish a sentence at this point; he’s only going to get beaten to a writhing pulp. As he was catapulted, he could feel a rush of wind flowing through the surface of his metallic plates. Passing across the top height of the buildings of Turmoil city, he could observe clouds emerging from the west, covering small parts of the blue sky .
He looked down to the ground… and saw a black dot soaring at exceedingly high speeds towards him. Along the dot came an aeroplane-like chirping sound, which grew more aggressive and louder. Scanning the peculiar, vicious dot rambling its aerial way towards him, the figure took an unexpected stop in his flight.
By the time the entity got closer, its yellow outlines glowed even brighter than before as it clenched its fists. The figure noticed and clenched his too. Even though the two couldn’t properly hear each other over the howling, dashing wind, an unintelligible whisper emerged from the entity’s head as it threw the first punch against his crimson eyes.
The figure effortlessly avoided the fist and grasped a sharp hold onto his enemy’s arm. With another metallic growl, he honed his claws and stabbed the monster’s stomach. It let out a screech of pain - the screech consisting of tens of indisposed, aching voices reaching out for help. Chrome yellow tears streaming down its face fell down quicker. It’s eyes looking up in injured misery. As a reaction, it pummelled another fist at the figure’s neck. Then, it opened its hands, releasing a catapulting mammoth of a shockwave that launched the figure back to the ground.
