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His fist came down on the robot's head, ripping through and getting stuck within the circuitry. Spinning, he swung both arm and the bot now attached into the torso of another. This robot cracked in half, coolant spraying. Something blocked out the light above him and his arm pointed upward, shifting into a cannon and blasting a hole right through the bot. It crashed next to him, lifeless.
Three charged him from different angles and he leaped into the air as they crashed together. Falling back down, he crushed their heads in with an audible crunch. Dashing for a new group coming from the right, he used the first to kicked off of and get some air, then rained plasma down on the whole party. The survivors were kicked in the face.
One got a hold of him from the back and attempted to shove spike through his face. He ripped its arm off then ignored the rest of the clinging robot. More came at him with blades, with electricity, with fire, ice, wind, and every other weapon that was know to man and robot kind. But they were destroyed as fast as the others. Even robots that could blur away into thin air and attack without being seen were taken out in a spew of coolant and a flash of sparks. The hordes never ceased, yet he continued gladly to take out everything thrown at him.
As this was going on, worlds away and yet at the same time in the same place, two Robot Masters stood guard over a black and gold robot. Held down by thick metal cuffs and chain, hooked up to a large virtual reality system, and locked behind a plasma shield, Forte lay. Here he'd been, pushed to fight through the hordes everyday by the training program. It wasn't real. There was no need for repair and the only loss of energy he experienced was from the program's own simulation. When it was time for another round, his stats simply reset. The pain was real however. Not that he cared.
Rendered seemingly immobile, all that had ever entered the little room saw that there was no hope for escape. Forte knew better. On the edge of his conscious, he could hear them. They didn't know it, but he could hear them. And if he put a little more effort into it, he could feel the metal binding him. And if he really wanted to, if he really put his all into it, he could break free. This he did not doubt. But - with Rockman gone - what would he do on the other side? There was nothing for him there, not now. So he stayed in his made up world, fighting his life away until a real opponent rose up to be tested.
"-rious? -----an't. Where ------- all this time. How ----- do now. Rockman got Magnet and some of his team. Stone too. I don't know-"
Music to his ears.
"Is he suppose to be grinning like that?"
"I- that's never happened before. I'll check the systems. Maybe it's just a lit-"
"Hehehehe...."
Both 'bots went quiet, staring in surprise. When nothing else happened, they relaxed.
"That was a hella creepy."
Forte's eyes shot open.
"Shit!"
"Relax! He can't get out of all that." That didn't stop the worry in the other bot's voice as they watched Forte strain against his bounds. They held strong, until the black and gold robot redirected his system energy from anything he could to focus on one arm. The metal chain bent, then snapped under the pressure. This time the Robot Masters freaked. One tried to get the system back online but found, much to his horror, that it was still running. The other called for backup.
Gospel. Come.
The backup would make it just in time to watch Forte and Gospel finish tearing into the guards.
Forte grinned viciously at them. "As much as I would love to rip every one of you into tiny metal shards, I have more important and challenging things to do." He and Gospel leaped into the air and fused, then they burst up and out.
"Rockman! I'm coming for you, Rockman! Just you wait!"
Three charged him from different angles and he leaped into the air as they crashed together. Falling back down, he crushed their heads in with an audible crunch. Dashing for a new group coming from the right, he used the first to kicked off of and get some air, then rained plasma down on the whole party. The survivors were kicked in the face.
One got a hold of him from the back and attempted to shove spike through his face. He ripped its arm off then ignored the rest of the clinging robot. More came at him with blades, with electricity, with fire, ice, wind, and every other weapon that was know to man and robot kind. But they were destroyed as fast as the others. Even robots that could blur away into thin air and attack without being seen were taken out in a spew of coolant and a flash of sparks. The hordes never ceased, yet he continued gladly to take out everything thrown at him.
As this was going on, worlds away and yet at the same time in the same place, two Robot Masters stood guard over a black and gold robot. Held down by thick metal cuffs and chain, hooked up to a large virtual reality system, and locked behind a plasma shield, Forte lay. Here he'd been, pushed to fight through the hordes everyday by the training program. It wasn't real. There was no need for repair and the only loss of energy he experienced was from the program's own simulation. When it was time for another round, his stats simply reset. The pain was real however. Not that he cared.
Rendered seemingly immobile, all that had ever entered the little room saw that there was no hope for escape. Forte knew better. On the edge of his conscious, he could hear them. They didn't know it, but he could hear them. And if he put a little more effort into it, he could feel the metal binding him. And if he really wanted to, if he really put his all into it, he could break free. This he did not doubt. But - with Rockman gone - what would he do on the other side? There was nothing for him there, not now. So he stayed in his made up world, fighting his life away until a real opponent rose up to be tested.
"-rious? -----an't. Where ------- all this time. How ----- do now. Rockman got Magnet and some of his team. Stone too. I don't know-"
Music to his ears.
"Is he suppose to be grinning like that?"
"I- that's never happened before. I'll check the systems. Maybe it's just a lit-"
"Hehehehe...."
Both 'bots went quiet, staring in surprise. When nothing else happened, they relaxed.
"That was a hella creepy."
Forte's eyes shot open.
"Shit!"
"Relax! He can't get out of all that." That didn't stop the worry in the other bot's voice as they watched Forte strain against his bounds. They held strong, until the black and gold robot redirected his system energy from anything he could to focus on one arm. The metal chain bent, then snapped under the pressure. This time the Robot Masters freaked. One tried to get the system back online but found, much to his horror, that it was still running. The other called for backup.
Gospel. Come.
The backup would make it just in time to watch Forte and Gospel finish tearing into the guards.
Forte grinned viciously at them. "As much as I would love to rip every one of you into tiny metal shards, I have more important and challenging things to do." He and Gospel leaped into the air and fused, then they burst up and out.
"Rockman! I'm coming for you, Rockman! Just you wait!"
