“Baby steps people.”
Benjamin Button* #quote
Still hanging out with CJ today. Anyway onto the flash fiction!
Robot-Fu
Two masters of Robot-Fu stared each other down in the middle of a
field, Mechatron and Robobot. This battle would determine who was
stronger and was a battle over honor and which Robot-Fu's dojo's
teachings should be taught to protect the people. Both robots shared
the same body type. A four-legged, two-armed humanoid body.
They bowed to each other to begin the fight.
Mechatron started the fight with grenade-fu launching several from a
compartment in his backside at Robobot. His opponent responded with a
back flip into startled praying mantis style. Mechatron thought “if
it ain't broke don't fix it” and continued with more grenade-fu
with a hope he would catch his opponent off guard. Robobot managed to
turn startled praying mantis style into normal praying mantis style
then Benjamin Franklin style. When Mechatron saw the incredibly
powerful Benjamin Franklin style he knew Robobot was willing to take
this battle to any extreme.
Robobot used the Benjamin Franklin style to move into his first
offensive move “missile-fu” with seamless precision. Though only
one of the three missiles hit Mechatron it hit him in one of his
legs, blowing it off. Mechatron collapsed to the ground because of
the lost leg.
Mechatron trained for many years in Robot-Fu. A simple lost leg
wasn't going to make him lose a fight. He took an incredible risk,
one Robobot did not expect him to take. His head opened and
discharged electricity from it as an attack, consuming power from his
power core. Something Benjamin Franklin style could have stopped if
Robobot knew it was coming.
Several circuits in Robotbot's legs were fried and he was brought to
the ground as well. He was rendered less mobile than Mechatron. But
soon Robotbot discharged electricity like Mechatron and soon they
both lay on ground with their legs fried.
The robots looked at each other. They both tried to think of what
kind of Robot-fu technique they could use next. But all moves they
could use from the ground could be countered from the ground. A
stalemate. What they both wanted originally was one of them to have
an honorable death as scrap in the field and the best dojo to take
control. But it seemed they were evenly matched and shared the same
body and fighting style.
They kept looking at each other for hours trying to coming up with a
fighting move and the way they ran out of power and slowly teetered
to the ground resembled a humbled bow. After both being retrieved by
their apprentices and being repaired and recharged the conclusion
they came to was fusing their dojos into one.
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