Tuesday 29 December 2015

The Watch – Part 36:

The robot spotted me before I could make a move and flew out of the way.

‘You again,’ it said in a frustrated voice.

This was my first time flying and it felt strange to be suspended in the air. A part of me expected to drop like a stone. My feet were dangling without stability. But my added strength allowed me to keep stable and I quickly became immune to the effects.

‘I half expected you to show up, but I wasn’t expecting you this early. You’re quite clever to have figured out where I might target next, I will admit that,’ it said. I sensed a but coming, ‘but you are completely unaware that I made sure that I was prepared for your sudden attack as well. I’ve made an upgrade to my robots with the latest software that I built, so now they won’t be so easy to take out.’

‘Wow, you did all that in only a couple of hours,’ I said genuinely amazed.

‘Actually, I had the upgrade ready for months now, I only expected to be using it against an army, not against a single human being, if that is what I can call you. But whatever you are, you will be defeated once and for all.’

‘You keep telling yourself that,’ I said defensively, knowing that might break the last straw.

‘I don’t have to,’ and he flew towards me at speed, catching me unaware and hitting me square in the chest, sending me flying backwards and landing on my back with a huge, explosive sound, cracking the ground around me. That would have gotten the people inside the stadium’s attention for sure. I just hope they don’t venture outside to see what all the commotion is all about. That would be defeating the objective of why I’m trying to stop the robot from entering the stadium entirely.

I was lying in a small crater when the robot went in for another attack. I managed to heave myself out from the ground and rolled away before he came pelting downwards. His fist collided with the ground where my body just was, sending a cloud of dust and asphalt into the air. I used the temporary cloud of dust to mask my getting to my feet and preparing myself for a counterattack.

As soon as I was able to see even an outline of the robot, I kicked myself off from the ground, fist out, and flew into the robot’s side. It was now his turn to be flung across the carpark, landing with a crash, but it quickly recovered and smartly swung around, kicking me into the air. He twisted his body around so that he landed on his feet, kicked off and rammed into me, sending me higher before grabbing me by the collar and, not making the same mistake twice, pushed me downwards until I slammed into the ground with so much force, I caused a crater twice the size as the one before, kicking up so much dust; the cloud took a couple of seconds to disappear completely.

I used my strength to punch the robot as hard as I could in my position and it made a dent in its armour. Because it was a robot, it didn’t flinch with pain, instead it carried on its attack, punching me as hard as it could. I didn’t feel any pain either, so it was an even match. Soon, I managed to kick him from the ground so that I was able to upright myself. The robot’s speed once again caught me off guard and I was hit in the back of the head, forcing me to my knees. I moved my arms around to the back of me and grabbed the robot’s legs, pulling them forward until he toppled over. I stood up straight, clenched my hands around his left arm and heaved him up above my head before swinging him back down, copying the same move he did on me, creating a similar crack in the ground.

It was an even match right from the beginning, and doesn’t seem to be moving in any direction. The robot noticed this so resorted to using his weapons instead of his fists. It lifted his arm up and charged what looked like a laser. He was pointing it right at me. He fired and I dodged, and again, and again, until he out performed me and struck me in the back. I felt the heat burn my suit, but my invulnerability power prevented me from getting burned. The force of the laser did push me forward a step, but I stayed firm until the laser stopped firing. I had no weapons on me, so I had to up my game if I am to penetrate the robot’s defences. I knew he was going to be using more than just a laser. It had two swords, one in each arm, and they would soon be deployed.

He charged his laser up again, and started to deploy the guns on his back as well – I could see the mechanism open up along his shoulders. I moved my feet into position, ready to take off. As soon as the laser was about to be fired, I kicked off from the ground, flying as high as I dared without wasting too much time, before landing behind him – my speed allowed me to do this all in a couple of seconds, then punch his back, but the guns were ready and fired straight into my face, sending bullets pelting towards me, pushing my head backwards before the rest of my face.

The robot then turned around and fired the laser at point blank range, burning my shirt away, but not my skin. This time, I could feel the heat. I powered on through the sudden attack and used all the strength that I could muster at the time into a series of punches that outright knocked the robot off its feet. I noticed that I successfully dented the armour around its face, but I hadn’t actually broken it, meaning I have to increase my strength some more, which isn’t a problem at all.

Whilst the robot was picking itself up, I pressed a series of buttons on my watch, increasing my strength to twice amount again. I felt the power flow through my body and I felt good.

It was as easy as one two three. I was hailed with bullets after laser after bullets after laser, but I shrugged each attack off, as I struck the robot in any place I could. Each punch made a much greater impact as the one before. This time, instead of just denting the armour, I actually broke through it into its wire system. I grabbed a handful of wires and pulled them out. A series of sparks, flying in every direction forced the robot to fall down to the ground, considerably weakened.

‘It’s amazing that you think a mere flesh wound like this can keep me from defeating you,’ it said looking up at me.

‘I won’t have to if you just answer one simple question of mine,’ I said.

‘And that is?’ he asked me.

‘Who is your controller? But if I am speaking to you right now, where are you now?’ I asked.

He laughed, ‘you think I’m going to just give you that information. You think that I’m going to let you walk right up to my front door and arrest me. I don’t think so.’ And he lunged in for another attack. I was prepared for it and therefore defended myself. He deployed his two swords and swiped them across my chest, but didn’t break my skin. Instead, I was forced backwards. I smiled at the fact that he couldn’t hurt me as I had hurt it.

The fight continued, but was over quickly. In the end, I struck his armour, penetrating his insides, destroying as much as I could.

‘Looks like you need another upgrade.’ He was kneeling on the ground, looking up at me before I did the same finishing move as before and slicing his head in half with his own sword after I had broken it off during the fight. He slumped backwards. All power lost. I bet I made the controller of the robots that much madder.

Then I realised there was people watching me. I was far enough away from them to hide my identity, but I didn’t want them getting too close so I disappeared where I stood, teleporting out of there, back to my home.

‘Well, that was half a complete waste of time and half a successful trip out,’ I said noting the fact that I did successfully defend the arena from the robot’s attack, but not get hold of any information concerning where the controller is hiding. I will have to dive deeper.

‘Time for round three.’

TO BE CONTINUED…

Thanks for reading
Antony Hudson
(TonyHadNouns)

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