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#70
Old 10-31-2014, 08:26 PM

Nik half ran, half dove through the gap in Nis's force field - straight into the closest robot. Both he and the bot crashed into a nearby tree with a loud crack that echoed across the arena. Well, there goes the surprise. He hoped the other two would manage. Nik momentarily felt the shock of electricity - something that came with being made of metal - as the bot's circuits fizzled. Hopefully the tree wasn't dry enough to catch fire. Nik pulled himself from the tangle of branches, and machinery. One down... Nik thought, spinning around when the T-Rx roared. So that was how they were getting through the wall. He couldn't have done a better job himself. He turned his attention to the next robot.

They were taller than him; probably something planned by Yamato. He took a brief count. 6...7...8? They kept moving, causing him to loose count. He ran passed the three that were closest to him, dodging their attacks, to tackle the one that was moving toward the others. It didn't go down as easy as the first. The top half turned, grabbing Nik by the shoulders, and began tugging. Nik's feet dug into the ground. He felt a laser, or maybe a bullet graze his upper arm. It caused him to loosen his grip, but he recovered by jabbing the robot in the side. He clawed his hand and reached again, grabbing the bot's side and squeezing until his fingers met. Its side began to spark in Nik's face, hurting his eyes. He yelled as he flung the bot away with all his might. He thought he heard it hit something. More things were bouncing off his skin, he tried to ignore them.

He didn't have much time to think as one of the three he had passed grabbed him and threw him into another very large tree. He felt his back sink into the trunk, his arms stuck by his sides. der'mo... He thought, struggling to get his arms free. His legs were movable, and with them he began kicking hoping the movement would help to free him. He noticed that, in addition to the one firing at him, there were three stalking toward his comrades. "Der'mo." He said through gritted teeth.