04-04-2017, 12:08 AM
The scent of charred carapace filled the air, like a child burning ants with a magnifying glass, as Desman's blasts struck true. The bioandroid staggered back, his stinger pulling free from the constraining metal of the machine's chest. He blinked as motes of light danced in his vision and smoke stung his eyes. The pain was excruciating, and he was forced to admit that his mechanical foe's weaponry was more powerful than he had given it credit for. And unfortunately for him, it seemed his enemy wasn't the type to allow his opponent a moment of respite. More blasts of yellow-grey energy launched towards the amalgamation and only his superior speed saved him from taking additional damage. He threw himself to the ground, scalding hot air washing over him as the attacks passed harmlessly by.
Broken stone grated against the granite floor as the bioandroid rolled to his feet. A yellowish ball of ki formed in his hand, launched towards his foe with a thrust of his arm. Connecting with a small explosion, lightly scorching Desman's chassis, the machine retaliated with its own energy projectile. Lithely sidestepping the blast, the amalgamation found himself thankful that, while its solid construction made it resistant to his attacks, it was far too slow to effectively avoid any of his attacks.
“Jusst give up, machine,” he said with a serpentine lisp. “Being desstroyed for thesse humanss... what are they to you? Are they worth what passsess for your life? Are they worth dying for?”
“Not really,” his opponent replied, “But I don't have a whole lot of choice.”
Before the bioandroid could ask what it meant by that, the robot went back on the offensive, raining shots down on his position. He darted along the hallway, adjusting his speed in random spurts to throw off the machine's aim, and returning fire with his own ki blasts. The wall was scorched black with errant energy on both sides. Though Desman was slow, by pressing his attack he was forcing the amalgamation to fire his blasts before getting a proper bead on him. Clever, thought the bioandroid. But... it wouldn't be enough.
With a burst of speed, Gero's creation closed the gap between them, standing far too close to the robot for it to bring its weapon to bear. He grin, beak-like mouth opening to expose his fangs as Desman struggled to back away on its treads. Soon enough, there was no retreat left, its back literally against the wall and its foe close enough to lick its antennae.
“Sso... It'ss ass I thought. Without your precciouss gun, you're helplesss...”
He laughed, a sinister echo joining him in his revelry. Left foot sliding to the rear, the bioandroid lowered himself into a fighting stance with his hands raised before him.
“Wolf... Fang... Fisst!” he declared before launching into a lightning-fast volley of hand-to-hand strikes.
Broken stone grated against the granite floor as the bioandroid rolled to his feet. A yellowish ball of ki formed in his hand, launched towards his foe with a thrust of his arm. Connecting with a small explosion, lightly scorching Desman's chassis, the machine retaliated with its own energy projectile. Lithely sidestepping the blast, the amalgamation found himself thankful that, while its solid construction made it resistant to his attacks, it was far too slow to effectively avoid any of his attacks.
“Jusst give up, machine,” he said with a serpentine lisp. “Being desstroyed for thesse humanss... what are they to you? Are they worth what passsess for your life? Are they worth dying for?”
“Not really,” his opponent replied, “But I don't have a whole lot of choice.”
Before the bioandroid could ask what it meant by that, the robot went back on the offensive, raining shots down on his position. He darted along the hallway, adjusting his speed in random spurts to throw off the machine's aim, and returning fire with his own ki blasts. The wall was scorched black with errant energy on both sides. Though Desman was slow, by pressing his attack he was forcing the amalgamation to fire his blasts before getting a proper bead on him. Clever, thought the bioandroid. But... it wouldn't be enough.
With a burst of speed, Gero's creation closed the gap between them, standing far too close to the robot for it to bring its weapon to bear. He grin, beak-like mouth opening to expose his fangs as Desman struggled to back away on its treads. Soon enough, there was no retreat left, its back literally against the wall and its foe close enough to lick its antennae.
“Sso... It'ss ass I thought. Without your precciouss gun, you're helplesss...”
He laughed, a sinister echo joining him in his revelry. Left foot sliding to the rear, the bioandroid lowered himself into a fighting stance with his hands raised before him.
“Wolf... Fang... Fisst!” he declared before launching into a lightning-fast volley of hand-to-hand strikes.
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