"Roll left!" The mistress aided.
Her voice was loud and crisp within his mind. Pulling himself to the left, Vad barrled himself left out of the path of his attackers. Two URKLE ground units collided with each other not being able to keep up with the Saiyan's course correction. Opening his arms and legs into a large 'X' shape, Vad came to a stand still almost immediately above the ruined portion of Central City.
"That went bad rather quickly." The Saiyan growled.
"I know they were attacking you, but was it wise to-"
"No! Just...please woman. Kaden had no intention of looking past my exterior and that girl was falling heads over heels to impress him." He barked at his wife aloud while dodging down and to the left.
He wasn't happy he had lost. Trixie knew this.
A metal shield formed over his left forearm as he swung it toward an oncoming robot. This one was different than the model from on the ground. It looked specifically designed to be airbourne for it had no legs. Vad grimaced as the impact of his shield against the frame of his assailant collided. Sweat flew from his hair as he drove his free hand into it's head, removing whatever he could. In this case it happened to be a memory core.
Tossing the useless machinery aside, Vad removed the URKLE's head from the indent in his shield. Dropping the appendage to the ground he reformed the metal around his forearm and sighed, whiping his forehead with the back of his right hand.
"I'm sorry I snapped, Trixie I-"
He was cut off by a faint whistle flying past both of his ears. The heads up display on his scouter went nuts with circles as it began tracking tiny projectiles flying at him. The piece of equipment was certainly worth the money he had put into it. It was displaying targets that had passed him in orange and those inbound in red, each with their own distance meter. The scouter had been fashioned into the form of a contact lens long ago, but the technology was so advanced that it made his entire right eye display information about everything he saw. His vision was the monitor, instead of a monitor being provided.
"What-the-fuck!" Vad shouted as he ducked, dodged, and blocked incoming...syringes.
In a matter of a few seconds the barrage stopped, a voicing coming from no where.
"Stop it you idiots! WIth that many you'll surely kill him! Subdue and inject this one!"
Before the warrior could react he was choking on his own blood as a pair of fasioned metal hands found themselves to his face and abdomen. He could feel the warm crimson liquid run down his chin from his nose. With his free hand, the man covered his face and with his shield, rammed the robot assailant away.
"Nothing serious. Surprisingly enough the nose didn't break. They just hit you in a spot that contained a high number of blood vessels. I'll work on clotting it."
Emptying his mouth of blood onto the ruined streets below him, Vad wiped his lips on the back of his right forearm.
"Okay. You want to subdue me? You're going to have to ask..." He sliced upwards with his right hand, now a blade, into two oncoming robots. "Nicely!"
As he was recovering his breath slowly he was suddenly thrust forward through the air as two airbourne machines smashed into his spine. They immediately latched onto him and turned him around.
"Subject Alpha Omega, you are being asked to come peacefully. We have been instructed to forcefully take you in if required. Our creator demands your presence!" They shouted in an archaic form of computer generated english.
The Saiyan wasn't paying attention. He was eyeing the new design of these robots. They were designed like a jet of some sort with arms coming down underneath the engine vents. Their legs were very accustomed to something you saw in a Gundam Wing show. Imprinted on both sides of the F-15 head design was the name "Top Gun."
Taking hold of their metal hands with his binding, Vad drove katchin spikes through their arms and straight out their chest. The two units exploded in his face, tearing most of his chest armor off and sending the Saiyan careening downward toward the ruined earth beneath him. Zulenka was about to recover when another Top Gun model jammed it's knee into the Saiyans gut. Wrapping it's arms around the man's throat, it effectively held Vad still as they plumetted to the ground. From within one of the machine's hands was a syringe that the soldier felt pierce his neck. A cool liquid made it's way into his arterie and before long he was out cold. Saiyan and Machine crashed into a dumpster at the end of an alley way and came to a rest.
"GET UP HONEY!" Trixie screamed as hundreds of robots descended upon the location.
The demonic mistress emerged from her lovers body in a puff of pink smoke. Taking hold of his body she held him close, whispering his name. Letting him drop to the bottom of the dumpster, Beatrix hopped out and burst into the sky like a bullet; a streak of pink energy all that remained.
She perched herself on a ruined tower above where she and Vad had encountered Sophia and Kaden. They too had been taken. With tears flowing from her eyes she pulled a cellphone from her pocket. Dialing a series of numbers it began to ring.
"It's done. I let them take him." She said through heavy sobs.
Within seconds a blue haired man dressed in exquisite plate armor stood before her. As the particles of his teleportation dissappated he knelt down and placed a curled finger under Trixie's chin. Lifting her face to his, Felix smiled.
"You'll see him again. I promise."
Her voice was loud and crisp within his mind. Pulling himself to the left, Vad barrled himself left out of the path of his attackers. Two URKLE ground units collided with each other not being able to keep up with the Saiyan's course correction. Opening his arms and legs into a large 'X' shape, Vad came to a stand still almost immediately above the ruined portion of Central City.
"That went bad rather quickly." The Saiyan growled.
"I know they were attacking you, but was it wise to-"
"No! Just...please woman. Kaden had no intention of looking past my exterior and that girl was falling heads over heels to impress him." He barked at his wife aloud while dodging down and to the left.
He wasn't happy he had lost. Trixie knew this.
A metal shield formed over his left forearm as he swung it toward an oncoming robot. This one was different than the model from on the ground. It looked specifically designed to be airbourne for it had no legs. Vad grimaced as the impact of his shield against the frame of his assailant collided. Sweat flew from his hair as he drove his free hand into it's head, removing whatever he could. In this case it happened to be a memory core.
Tossing the useless machinery aside, Vad removed the URKLE's head from the indent in his shield. Dropping the appendage to the ground he reformed the metal around his forearm and sighed, whiping his forehead with the back of his right hand.
"I'm sorry I snapped, Trixie I-"
He was cut off by a faint whistle flying past both of his ears. The heads up display on his scouter went nuts with circles as it began tracking tiny projectiles flying at him. The piece of equipment was certainly worth the money he had put into it. It was displaying targets that had passed him in orange and those inbound in red, each with their own distance meter. The scouter had been fashioned into the form of a contact lens long ago, but the technology was so advanced that it made his entire right eye display information about everything he saw. His vision was the monitor, instead of a monitor being provided.
"What-the-fuck!" Vad shouted as he ducked, dodged, and blocked incoming...syringes.
In a matter of a few seconds the barrage stopped, a voicing coming from no where.
"Stop it you idiots! WIth that many you'll surely kill him! Subdue and inject this one!"
Before the warrior could react he was choking on his own blood as a pair of fasioned metal hands found themselves to his face and abdomen. He could feel the warm crimson liquid run down his chin from his nose. With his free hand, the man covered his face and with his shield, rammed the robot assailant away.
"Nothing serious. Surprisingly enough the nose didn't break. They just hit you in a spot that contained a high number of blood vessels. I'll work on clotting it."
Emptying his mouth of blood onto the ruined streets below him, Vad wiped his lips on the back of his right forearm.
"Okay. You want to subdue me? You're going to have to ask..." He sliced upwards with his right hand, now a blade, into two oncoming robots. "Nicely!"
As he was recovering his breath slowly he was suddenly thrust forward through the air as two airbourne machines smashed into his spine. They immediately latched onto him and turned him around.
"Subject Alpha Omega, you are being asked to come peacefully. We have been instructed to forcefully take you in if required. Our creator demands your presence!" They shouted in an archaic form of computer generated english.
The Saiyan wasn't paying attention. He was eyeing the new design of these robots. They were designed like a jet of some sort with arms coming down underneath the engine vents. Their legs were very accustomed to something you saw in a Gundam Wing show. Imprinted on both sides of the F-15 head design was the name "Top Gun."
Taking hold of their metal hands with his binding, Vad drove katchin spikes through their arms and straight out their chest. The two units exploded in his face, tearing most of his chest armor off and sending the Saiyan careening downward toward the ruined earth beneath him. Zulenka was about to recover when another Top Gun model jammed it's knee into the Saiyans gut. Wrapping it's arms around the man's throat, it effectively held Vad still as they plumetted to the ground. From within one of the machine's hands was a syringe that the soldier felt pierce his neck. A cool liquid made it's way into his arterie and before long he was out cold. Saiyan and Machine crashed into a dumpster at the end of an alley way and came to a rest.
"GET UP HONEY!" Trixie screamed as hundreds of robots descended upon the location.
The demonic mistress emerged from her lovers body in a puff of pink smoke. Taking hold of his body she held him close, whispering his name. Letting him drop to the bottom of the dumpster, Beatrix hopped out and burst into the sky like a bullet; a streak of pink energy all that remained.
She perched herself on a ruined tower above where she and Vad had encountered Sophia and Kaden. They too had been taken. With tears flowing from her eyes she pulled a cellphone from her pocket. Dialing a series of numbers it began to ring.
"It's done. I let them take him." She said through heavy sobs.
Within seconds a blue haired man dressed in exquisite plate armor stood before her. As the particles of his teleportation dissappated he knelt down and placed a curled finger under Trixie's chin. Lifting her face to his, Felix smiled.
"You'll see him again. I promise."
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Fighting to the bitter end is an advantage when your opponent does not wish to perish.