“So… What was our Mission again…?” Oilman,
better known as Jose to his comrades, spoke aloud. They were in
Berlin, but more specifically, they had no clue. Most of them didn’t
know much about Berlin, but they were in the base of an observation/radio tower that reached about 492 ft. in the
“We’re here on a cease and capture, Jose…”,
Blademan sighed, sitting down on a decapitated SA Sniper Joe. ”The
Old Man sent us here to claim some sort of special factory for
“Yes… so why are we still here? We can’t beat
these guys, there must be over a thousand other enemies here, and
I saw some big thing running through one street like some high
speed tank.” The tall red master of oil sighed. “We’re
outnumbered. How are we supposed to capture anything with a brigade
of bad guys tearing up the town?”
“…Then we’re supposed to trash the place, especially
if it’s fallen into the hands of the SA.”, Voltman
“Big unstoppable tank… that would be Chargeman from
what I’ve heard from the news… This is bad…” Blademan
stood up “If it’s Chargeman… then it must mean
the rest of the AA… is here…” he turned his
head to look at his teammates. “We have to report this to
the Old Man.”
“But we can’t teleport. I’ve been trying...” Bitgirl
said, leaning against the wall opposite to him.
“I know… I’m guessing a barrier was put up,
or something’s interfering with the teleportation. We have
to get out of here, regardless.”, The purple spiky RM stood
up. “Jeremy is providing us with a distraction. A large amount
of explosions will detonate on the opposite side of the borough,
drawing forces there, to see what had transpired... Tristan is
with him.” Dynaman and Sharkman respectively, they were the
fastest of the team. “They should be back any second now.”,
he informed the rest of his teammates.
A few moments of silence passed in which Zerkai took a moment to
measure them up.
After a minute he blinked. “Wait… You’re all…” he
stood up straight, looking from himself to Bitgirl, then to Sonicgirl,
who had her eyes closed, leaning on the other wall.
“… What’re you staring at?” Bit blinked.
Zerkai, aka Blademan, quickly walked up to her, and his suspicions
were confirmed. After the new upgrades, Bitgirl and Sonicgirl were
an inch or so taller then him, making him the shortest member of
the team at 5’6 ½”.
“Never mind them. Get ready to set the bombs off.” Blademan
walked up to the two of them. The green and blue explosives robot
smirked, handing a detonator to his leader.
“Get ready… and…now!” he exclaimed as
he set off his own detonator, and on the other side of the borough,
a few houses blew up as no less then a dozen explosives were set
off throughout the block.
They waited for about five seconds, then Dynaman pushed the detonator
in his own hands, and a street a few blocks away was littered with
explosions, and right after Shark pressed his, marking five larger
bombs go off a further away from the first two blasts. After the
sounds of destruction faded, Blademan turned to his teammates.
“Alright, we wait two minutes for their troops to move, and
then we get out of this place.”
Elsewhere in the city, at the Gladiators’ destination point.
The carnage thundered as the factory came alive with the sound of
machines battling with an unrelenting fury.
The uniformed Police Bots stood no chance against the monstrous Ascendant
Androids. Special Forces robots put up more of a fight, but they
all fell trying to suppress the Androids, making no attempt to help
the cannon fodder known to be their allies. They followed simple
instructions, which were to
"destroy the Scissor Army."
Some of the simple Police Bots fell back when the Gladiators' explosions
went off, the weaker RPD drones going to check on that mess instead.
The Androids ignored it, chalking it up to a misfired Napalm Bomb
as they continued their slaughter of the RPD.
Gyroman flew over the scene, firing sprays of bullets into the brawl
below, making a bit of an effort to not decimate his teammates in
the blasts. At the same time, Chargeman was doing what the primitive-minded
Hell Express did best: charge into the fray at various intervals,
cutting large gaps in the crowd of robots, frantic pedestrians, and
It wasn't long before the RPD lackeys' numbers had dwindled, which
they used to their advantage. The Police Bots and Special Forcers
began to spread out, trying to draw the Scissor Army officers away
from the targeted Special Forces factory. As they spread throughout
the German city, the Androids seemed to take the bait, starting to
expand away from the building as they followed their query.
Waveman cackled like a lunatic as he proceeded with his massacre
of the RPD. He pursued them like a child chasing butterflies.
Except in the end he would crush every single one of them.
Special Forces units were a rare treat for him, and if he had had
any sort of mechanical heart it would have skipped a beat from glee
as he saw one approaching him.
The Special Forces unit did not hesitate to fire several plasma blasts
at Waveman. The warrior of the sea was caught off guard, but quickly
dodged them all.
"Kyahahaha! Is that all you've got?!" Waveman jeered. With
his body entirely composed of water, his arms turned into liquid
tendrils that pierced the SF units body. The SF unit struggled, desperately
setting off explosives in vain to fend off the invasive water. Within
seconds, Waveman had made sure that every single crack and crevice
of the robot was filled with seawater, and he jerked his arms in
an outward motion. The sound of the RPD unit being instantly ripped
apart from the inside was music to his ears.
It was after that that Waveman had just realized the Police Bots
had been shooting at him for quite some time. Obviously, the bullets
had no effect on him. He couldn't help but laugh at their feeble
attempt, and he dove in on them.
Most of the buildings in Berlin were smaller than he was. Sure,
it had its skyscrapers that he could climb up and jump off of, but
they were here and there. Chargeman could easily see everyone and
everything standing on the rooftops as he rushed by and through.
Mostly, he was charging through, and that took little effort, as
the buildings were made of far weaker materials than he was. Any
structure taller than him usually toppled over after an extra pass
The RPD was trying to keep up with him the whole time he was obliterating
the city. Their blasts weren’t really the best-suited to taking
him down. One lucky bastard shot him in the eye – if lucky
is what you want to call him. The towering train was sure to make
his death particularly excruciating. The building this sniper was
standing on was a few blocks from the Android-turned-evil. As a result
of being shot – though it really didn’t affect him – Chargeman
let out something between a roar and a wail, before stomping over
to the dead-eye and forcing his fists through the rooftop on either
side of the officer. As the ground collapsed around him, the sniper
was left with nowhere to go and simply fell to his destruction.
Other snipers began to repeat the process, with similar failing results.
Of course, looking from the Scissor Army’s side, that would
be a failure, but the RPD was actually doing exactly what it had
hoped. They knew that getting Chargeman off track would prove difficult,
but their plan for doing so seemed to be working splendidly.
In the meantime, Stoneman was passing along the roadways; far enough
away from Chargeman to not have to worry about being made into road
kill. The mass of rock-covered orbs was stomping along at a steady
pace, pulling concrete from nearby office buildings and swinging
them about his body like a flail. Special Forces… typical
officers – It didn’t matter; they all went down about
the same way, and usually at the same time. For someone that was
usually so massive, seeing him spinning parts of the ground around
him so fast was almost like a horrible nightmare. That’s also
why he thought that the RPD was retreating, causing him to pursue
as best he could.
They too had begun to drag him away from his comrades. It was costing
them units, but it seemed to be working well enough that casualties
would not matter. After all, faking out the Androids would be quite
“Me, Dyna, and Shark in one group. We’ll scout ahead” Blademan
divided the team a few miles from their target destination.
“Oh Captain my Captain.” Sharkman chuckled, walking over
to him, thinking he could test out his new HF blades; they cut clean
through one of the SA Joes.
“Jeremy, you have any more of those timed explosives?” The
blade firing GG leader asked.
“Good, we're going to need them to take out the factory… Torchman,
you’ll lead the next squad. Bitgirl and Sonicgirl, you go with
him.” The three of them could back up either side of the group
if they ran into anything.
“Volt, that leaves you leading the last, with Oil and Wave.
You’ll be in the back, in case we’re followed, make use
of your spreading weapons” he told Oilman and Wavegirl.
Voltman nodded “Understood. My lightning can work with either
of their attacks.”
Torchman sighed. “You are leaving us with the inexperienced…”.
“Damn right”, Blademan nodded “You’re each
taking care of two noobs. I expect you to still have two by the end
of this… Be careful all of you. This is a war.” He,
along with Dyna and Shark made their way to the exit.
“We’ll keep in contact via radio. When it’s clear,
we’ll signal for each squad to move ahead. We can do this,
and show them what we’re made of.” With that, Blademan
and squad 1 left the base of the tower.
“So… how do you think we’re really gonna do?” Sharkman
asked Blademan with a smirk.
“We’re outnumbered over 10 to one, 20 to one at the most,
we have no back up, and we’re dealing with Special Forces and
the AA. Tristin, if we’re not dead in five minutes, I’ll
be fuckin’ amazed.” The leader of the GG said rather
“Yup. Can’t have the new guys panicking, though.” Dynaman
“Nope… twenty bucks says one of them kicks the bucket.”
“No betting on whom on our team dies.”, Blademan glared
at them as the three ran in unison.
“... Fine.” , both Sharkman and Dynaman sighed.
“Hm… Only a mile left.”, Dynaman noted. He stood
beside Sharkman as they had stopped in an abandoned and heavily damaged
building. They had only encountered a few SA Joes and no RPD robots
“Everything seems clear. I’ll signal the others.” He
said, abandoning his joking tone and adopting a serious attitude
for a moment.
Blademan nodded to Sharkman “Good… they’ll show
up soon, and then we all go in together.” He sighed, everything
was going according to plan and well, but he knew that just meant
something was going to screw up from here on out to the factory.
“Alright…” Sharkman put a hand up to where his
ear would be on the helmet.
“Squad 3, report to our designation, meet up with Squad 2 en
route. Squad 2, The pathway is clear, rendezvous at our coordinates,
Squad 3 will be on their way as well. You guys read me?” he
After a moment of static, he was greeted with;
“I copy, Squad Three shall be there momentarily.”, Voltman’s
“We have encountered some trouble, but we‘re fine.” Torchman
responded as well.
“Good to hear…” Blademan joined in the radio transmission “Once
all of you have arrived, we’ll head in.”
Blademan cut the transmission. “Great…”
“Something the matter?” Dynaman asked, while keeping
“Yes… How should we sneak in? If any AA are still in
the factory, then that means any group of one or two will be in some
serious trouble. Any more and we’ll be spotted. What to do…”.
“Just charge in and take the place over?” Sharkman suggested
casually. Then he blinked, seeing the looks the other two gave him “… What?”
“Are you basic- Wait… that might work…” Blademan
considered this. “We hit the factory hard and fast, clearing
out anybody who may be inside… It’ll be easier with
all of us attacking the place at the same time.”
“Sounds like a plan…” ~I guess…~ Dynaman
added to himself.
“Alright then. We rush them as soon as the others get here.”
Five minutes later a small explosion blasted down the doors to the
factory, a few pieces of SA Joes fell to the ground as the nine GG
Robot Masters ran into the building.
“It doesn’t look like there’s much in the way of
resistance here…”, Blademan noted, recognizing a lack
of active RPD guards. “That’s…Not a good sign.”
“What’s that over there?”, Voltman inquired. “Oh
wait…Sniper Joes? They must have taken over the factory already.
As the Gladiators moved quickly into the factory, scoping things
out and deftly planting “just-in-case” charges, courtesy
of Dynaman, they observed the actual product of the assembly line.
“These are…What are these?”, Bitgirl wondered
aloud as she tapped a finger on one of the large robots.
“RPD Special Forces units.”, Torchman muttered. “Their
“…So that’s why the SA is here in such full force.
They want to make their own SFs.”, Blademan proposed.
“Makes sense”, Volt agreed. “I remember seeing
these things on a news report. They’re pretty strong. If these
were to fall into the SA’s hands, everyone would be in for
a tough battle.”
Blade picked up the pace. “We’ve got to make sure that
isn’t the case! Gladiators, screw taking this place over- we’ve
got to level it! We can’t let anyone have this place, especially
the SA! Plant those charges and let’s high tail it within…five
minutes! Don’t be caught by any sentries, though, otherwise
we may not be able to pull it off! Let’s move out.”
The Gladiators nodded, almost in unison, and Dynaman quickly distributed
some of his explosives to the other GG to speed things along. “Key
structures, people.”, he reminded.
The group wasted not a second as they swept through the factory,
targeting support beams in the vast factory. It was actually quite
uneventful, as few Sniper Joes had been left around to guard the
building- most had probably been sent outside to stave off the RPD
and Wily forces. It was pretty easy to stay low and avoid detection,
so within the five minute deadline, the group of Gladiators rendezvoused
near their entry point in the parts warehouse.
“How’d it go?”, Blademan asked, slightly winded
from his jaunt from one end of the building to the other.
Dynaman pulled up a mental image, which told him exactly where his
charges had been planted, even by the other team members. “Lookin’ good.
That should take down the whole place all at once.”
“Alright. No time to waste, then. Let’s bolt before they
find the charges and we’ll-“
A loud, shearing noise interrupted Zerkai’s instructions from
a few feet behind them as a large metal bay door was torn down like
paper. Scattering behind more cover, the group had hoped it was merely
street fighting spilling into the factory.
The door-killing culprit quickly ended those thoughts.
“So it’s true. Guess this place does have a rat problem
after all.”, the harsh, quick worded voice affirmed from a
silhouette in the doorway. “Don’t insult me, ladies-
I know you’re here! You’re not as stealthy as you think
Backing up his claim, the Gladiators realized the factory’s
sentries had quietly encircled them, giving away their positions
to this commanding figure.
Blademan cautiously stood up first, almost defiantly. “You’re
one of the AA.”, he accused.
“I am.”, the figure confirmed, stepping into the factory
and revealing his structure. “I am Napalmman, Captain of the
Scissor Army, Ascendant Androids division, you maggot. And you? You’re
vermin. I don’t take kindly to vermin crawling around MY factory.”
“Just…checking this place out.”, Blademan attempted
to cover. He looked over the form of this menacing figure and could
barely even recognize him as the Napalmman of old.
He was painted a lusterless jet black. Set deep behind a grate-like
opening were his eyes...Or where Zerkai presumed his eyes were, since
they were hidden in the darkness of the tank- being’s body.
His legs were reverse kneed, like a dog’s, but heavily armored.
He strode upon toe-like tank treads, which no doubt granted him easy
travel over broken urban terrain. Most imposing of all were the numerous
cannons arranged on his body- six barrels protruding from his shoulders,
a massive, ten foot long Howitzer-type cannon mounted on his back,
facing skyward at a 45 degree angle, and each arm carrying very imposing-looking
launchers about as long as he was tall- around nine feet upon estimation.
Wrapped in heavy iron, it was clear this creation was bred for war
and nothing else.
“Bullshit.”, Napalm denied. “You little worms are
up to something. Joes! Sweep the area! Find out what the vermin was
Wordlessly, the Sniper Joes obeyed, disappearing into the innards
of the factory floor.
Blademan shifted his eyes over to Dynaman, hoping they were on the
same page. The Dynamite Master managed a quick wink, and he flashed
a single finger beside his thigh.
The fuchsia pigmented Blademan knew what his comrade was up to; in
one minute, the place would go down, regardless of the Joe’s
findings. And regardless of their safety.
“Who’s first?”, Napalmman demanded to know cryptically,
hefting his cannons.
“Wait! We’ll tell you what we were doing!”, Wavegirl
“What are you doing?!”, Oilman tried to hush.
“Don’t be stupid, Jose!”, she argued. “I’d
rather be a POW than dead!”
“POW?”, Napalmman scoffed with a chuckle. “Dumb
broad…There’s no Geneva protocol here. If I say you’re
gonna die, you better believe it. That said…Guess I’ve
got my first volunteer…”
That was the only warning given as the roar of the Black Death’s
cannon filled the room with smoke and fire, the sticky, burning substance
splashing about as soon as the canister-like projectile crashed to
the floor just in front of Wavegirl. She barely had time to escape
the Napalm Bomb itself, let alone the wide splash effect.
“Wwwaaughh!”, she screeched as she flailed about, the
left side of her torso and arm caught in the blaze, stubbornly refusing
to go out.
“Wave!”, Oilman called out.
She was already on it, dousing her comrade in water, hoping to put
out the starving fire, which was rapidly consuming her. After some
severe effort, she was doused, but by this time, Napalmman was finished
being amused by the suffering of the GG alumni, and had randomly
chosen another victim.
“GG! Retreat! Get the hell out of here!”, Blademan ordered,
though most of the team was way ahead of him, as they fled another
bursting Napalm Bomb with more success this time.
“Gyrahahaha!!”, the Black Death shook with laughter as
he launched a full on assault on his hapless foes as they bee-lined
for the opposite end of the block-wide factory. With a cruel thought,
he launched one burning bomb at the escaping team’s intended
exit, covering the other steel door with white hot fire.
“Oh crap!”, Voltman shouted, barely stopping his momentum
in time to avoid diving into the sea of flame. “He’s
gonna cook us alive in here!”
“The other door!”, Oil pointed to, still helping the
injured Wavegirl around.
“We’ve got to get behind him!”
“Oh yeah, like that’ll be easy…”, Torch
“Torch! Idea!”, Blademan exclaimed. “If you can,
go through this burning door, loop around, and surprise him from
behind. Maybe we can distract him long enough to- LOOK OUT!”
Another rain of Napalm Bombs landed near the group, almost surrounding
them by the burning door with more flame.
“Screw it…”, Zerkai relented. “We need you
“I’d say so…”, Torch agreed, using his Torch
Arm to blow out the fire with even more fire, clearing a path of
escape. As soon as they could, the GG ran out of the fiery prison,
only to find themselves under just as much fire as before.
“We need to shut that guy down!”, Dynaman explained. “He’ll
eventually melt us down if we don’t do anything about it!”
“Look at the guy!”, Bitgirl countered. “Do we have
anything than can put a dent in him?!”
“No…”, Volt murmured. “But maybe…we
don’t need to.”
“…You’ll have to be pretty close to pull THAT
off, Volt!”, Zerkai protested out of concern.
“We d-don’t have a-any other choices…”,
Wavegirl meekly argued through her pain.
“…Alright.”, Blademan relented. “Bit, you
up for it?”
“Do I have a choice?”
“Afraid not. The rest of us…give ‘em some cover
The group charged around the giant robot in a wide loop, avoiding
the pockets of super heated gas-fueled fire. As soon as they were
in range, they unleashed hell, finally attempting to counter Napalmman’s
brute force with their own arsenal. The black-painted Android laughed
“Hahaha…That’s pretty goddamn pathetic.”,
he claimed as a volley of blades, boomerangs, and other projectiles
and energy showered him. He knew exactly what his body could withstand.
And it could withstand a lot. “Now…You’re makin’ me
burn down my new factory, so I’m not gonna put up with this
for long.”, he threatened.
“Go!”, Zerkai yelled, ignoring his enemy’s claims.
The two electric masters of the team took front, and in one quick,
precise attack, they launched a volley of brightness into a specific
part of their foe’s body.
“RrrrAAAHGGH!”, Napalmman yelled out of frustration as
he reeled backwards, his eyes taking the force of the blinding power
before he could shut them. “Damn it!”
“Okay, okay!”, Torchman yelled. “That’s it!
Let’s get the hell out of here!”, he said as he ran around
behind the large imposing robot.
Napalmman was whipping his massive guns about, trying to smack the
fleeing GG as he knew what their game plan was. “You ain’t
getting out of this city alive. I’ve signaled the other AA!
Almost on cue, an ominious noise could be heard, coming from the
opposite end of the factory. A music-like beat, rhythmic and easily
“Oh, damn it…That moron! He’s going to-“
Napalmman’s complaints were both confirmed and cut short simultaneously,
as the other end of the factory began to collapse, as well as explode
with the detonating dynamite charges. More than that, something was
furthering the destruction of the structure.
And it was something…massive.
“Chargeman! Cease and desist! Stand down, goddamn it!”,
Napalm ordered via his communicator. However, he already knew it
was futile by this point. His wholly too-large trooper was lost in
a fury, his territory being infringed upon by the enemy.
“Goddamn it…”, he sighed. “Not this again…Ah
well. You little maggots!”, he turned his attention, whirling
about blindly, occasionally launching a Napalm Bomb in a random direction. “You’re
DEAD! We’re comin’ after you! You’re dead!”
Most of this was lost on the GG, having long escaped the factory
using Napalm’s blindness to their advantage. They knew what
was coming, though, and it was furious.
“Blade!”, Torch yelled. “We’ve got injuries!
‘em!”, he announced, looking over his team.
“Tell me about it…”, Zerkai grimaced, holding
onto a ruined stub of an arm, which had been melted off during his
attack on the lumbering menace.
“Oh no…Blade, you alright?!”, Shark insisted on
“Oh yeah, just fine. I’ll be okay. Just…help the
others with their injuries! We’ve gotta get a move on!”
Shark hefted up a severely burned Wavegirl, helping her along. “Get
going where?! How do we escape…THAT?”, he asked, nodding
to the giant Chargeman behind them as the monster surveyed the area
savagely, desperately trying to locate the intruders in order to
stomp them to death.
“Ten miles due East! That’s the end of the teleportation
barricade!”, Blademan informed quickly.
“Ten miles?!”, Bitgirl yelled, momentarily forgetting
her injuries. “Oww…You’ve gotta be kidding! We’ll
never make it with that thing chasing us!”
Blademan took point once again. “We don’t have a choice!
Stop complaining and get going! I don’t want to die here today!”
Behind them, the rampaging beast of a creature finally located them,
and, almost bull-like, scraped his foot on the decimated factory
floor, his head poking out of the ceiling of the warehouse Napalmman
had melted. Behind him, the rest of the factory fell, but it was
of little concern to the one track-minded Android. All he knew…Was
that he was supposed to kill any enemy.
With a Earth-crushing first step, he began his new charge.
“Run! Now!” Blade ordered his teammates, who didn’t
need to be told a second time as they started to run, or be half
dragged into running for those that were injured. This was no time
for fighting or heroics, it was a time to survive, which they won’t
if that giant monstrosity caught them.
Bitgirl turned back as she ran, raising her arm to send a blast Chargeman’s
way, but she was interrupted by her blade slinging leader grabbing
her wrist with his good(and only) hand, pulling her along to run
“We can’t fight that thing, keep running!” Blademan
ordered, only glancing to look back at their newest obstacle. Chargeman
had begun his sprint and the conclusion was already obvious.
“Heh. Don’t worry about it boss, It’s being taken
care of as we speak” Sharkman smirked, even when running for
his life he seemed to be in a good mood. He had been on a radio frequency
for a few minutes now.
“Pardon?” Blademan asked, still dragging the slower Bitgirl.
Who stared at his hand, then wretched her arm free, running on her
own and keeping pace for the moment.
“H…Heh… Don’t worry about it. In a moment
he’ll stop chasing us. He’s going to be… preoccupied
with something else.” Sharkman chuckled, staying with Blademan
and Bitgirl instead of running ahead along with Dynaman.
“…Tristin. What are you planning?” Blade asked.
Although he may not act it sometimes, Sharkman was a veteran not
unlike Torchman, so he had more…
experience if you could call it that.
“It’s already been planned.”, he gave a toothy
grin, turning back to observe the giant mass of metal that was Chargeman,
the juggernaut, tearing up the ground in its wake as it ran like
an Olympic runner. He was half a mile and closing. Blademan privately
thought that Sharkman couldn’t possibly get this thing to stop.
But then, he was surprised.
No less then two dozen Wily-born Sniper Joes emerged from a nearby
rooftop, jumping off and landing on the massive Scissor Army robot.
Most of them had used their shields to block most of the damage form
the impact, quickly blocking the AA’s unstoppable machine’s
This action caused Chargeman to skid to a stop, sending up broken
debris of what use to be the city street, giving a loud grunt of
aggravation, swatting off some of the Joes that were climbing on
him, but they were a lot of them. After a few seconds he brushed
most of them off with a sweep of his giant forearms. Once his vision
was clear, he saw that the street he had been chasing the GG on was
empty. They had escaped by some miracle.
A loud roar echoed through the ruined city of Berlin as Chargeman
took his anger out on the Wily Joes that had hindered his sight.
Out of the Joes trying to escape, one small Metool was charging towards
the gargantuan metal beast, and surprisingly, it was able to speak
in English. “FOR WILY!!!”, it gave a brave war cry as
it charged into battle.
Moments later, that very same Metool, made a small stain on the ground
as he met with Chargeman’s foot.
Attempting to throw off the fast-approaching giant, the GG instinctively
split up and weaved into buildings, neglecting to maintain radio
contact in the process. It wouldn’t do very much, given the
roar of the train-like monster’s rampage on their heels as
he occasionally spotted a glimpse of a Gladiator, and would sweep
It was hellishly frantic. The sky grew noticeably dark behind them
as it filled with smoldering ash, baking the paint off of buildings
with its heat, and even causing still-sparring Joes and RPD Bots
to cease fighting, having lost sight of each other in the thick of
Noticing this with a curious glance, Torchman’s mind quickly
churned out a plan.
“Keep going!”, he screamed out to Blademan.
“What?! Where the hell are you going?!”
“I’ll meet back up with you soon! Just keep running til
you’re out of sight!”
Torchman darted out into the center of the street, waving his Torch
Arm about like a rescue flare before the colossus’s eyes, ensure
his full attention. Chargeman’s AI had been reduced to the
bare bones functionality, and his attention was easily robbed by
new points of interest.
Banking on this, Torchman succeeded in making himself the center
of Chargeman’s focus, and the other GG melted out of the Hell
Express’s mind as the fire dazzled him.
“Here! Here! Follow this, you stupid ape!”, Torchman
yelled. The words didn’t mean very much to Chargeman.
In a risky move, the master of flame leapt towards the rampaging
beast suddenly, bounding off one of the dump truck-sized legs, and
landing behind the beast. Still focused on the bright object, Chargeman
smashed his feet into the street, up heaving tremendous slabs of
concrete, brick, steel pipe, and dirt as he buried himself knee deep
to stop his full-bore dash. Half a block would be destroyed by the
crude emergency braking system before he finally settled to a suitable
halt, then turned himself about with a grunt and a roar, more molten
ash spewing from his masked nostrils in effort.
By now, Torchman was only visible due to his flaming beacon in the
distance, still in the center of the road. The black ash was still
thick for three blocks behind Chargeman’s swath of destruction.
Again, almost bull-like, Chargeman stamped a foot across the tortured
street before regaining full speed, destination: the glittering flame.
He was almost right back on top of it within a few seconds, as he
rushed towards it even faster now, both fascinated and frustrated
by this elusive target.
And then…it was gone. Out like a candle in the darkness of
He couldn’t understand it. It was right here! He should be
grasping it within his hands as he thought this, but it was gone
in the night-like atmosphere.
He stopped, again annihilating the pavement below him.
He whirled around and, cautiously now, approached the last place
he saw the flame. Was it hiding?
Yes! It had to be hiding! Hiding in these structures around him!
They needed to go away, and quick! Otherwise, the bright fire might
get bored and go away for good! That wouldn’t do…
With the behemoth Chargeman smashing buildings and anything else
within sight in the ashen fog, the Gladiators continued to pursue
their immediate goal, and escape this mad city. It was clear who
owned these grounds now, and the GG knew when they weren’t
Eventually, Chargeman’s primal, raging yells were almost out
of earshot, and his destruction could barely be heard. Some of the
GG peered behind them, finding debris still flying upwards as though
it were in a tornado. Smoke continued to fill the sky, but it was
doing so in at least a hundred different locations as far as the
horizon stretched. The urgent need to leave grew stronger and stronger.
A soot-painted Torchman soon rejoined his comrades, earning him a
few mum remarks of praise for his quick thinking, which he was quick
to keep down.
“How much further?”, Dynaman quickly asked. It was almost
an annoying habit now, but the others were just as concerned.
“We’re not even half way there…”, Blademan
Sonicgirl’s head perked up from underneath Sharkman’s
arm, who was helping her along. At first, she was the only one to
notice it, but gradually, so did the others.
It was a song everyone had heard before, though not everyone knew
“Hey…I know this song…”, Oilman stated. “Yeah…It
was in that movie.”
“Yeah…’that movie’, he says. Really helpful.”,
Torchman grunted. “Ignore it. We gotta keep moving.”
“Guys, its getting closer…”, Wave noticed aloud.
“Yeah…She’s right, guys. Something’s not
right.”, Blademan insisted on.
“What th-…What is that?”, Volt pointed to in the
“Oh…Oh CRAP…Don’t you see?! It’s
Gyroman!”, Blademan announced. “Get moving!”
It was obvious now that the music was coming from the flying death
bringer, who had apparently watched too many war movies at some point.
Or maybe just one.
“Aha!”, he yelled over a voice amplifier unit. “Thought
you could get away from the SA, did you?! No one gets away from us!”
The streets exploded in gunfire as he swept in fast and low, his
back, mounted machine guns tearing up the concrete around the huddled
GG as they made themselves into smaller targets quick as they could.
“Not good! Definitely not good!”, Oilman screamed over
the gunfire as Gyroman passed overhead at about one-hundred miles
and hour. Quickly, the flying machine looped around for another pass,
but this time, the GG was back on the move, with a few of them sporting
a few more holes.
“C’mon! We gotta keep moving!”, Blademan attempted
to motivate. It was something of a moot point, since none of them
wanted to be shot to death to begin with.
Way too quickly for their tastes, Gyroman was back in line for another
strafing, only this time he kept to a higher altitude. The reason
being that he now launched four miniature “sidewinder”-type
missiles from his body, and they screamed down upon the group.
“Everyone scatter!”, Blademan shouted.
Running in as many different directions as possible, the GG barely
made it clear of the cluster of missiles, which collided with each
other in mid air as they each targeted a different Gladiator. The
ensuing explosion was more than enough to knock the entire group
off their feet, and even caused an already stressed building to buckle.
Dust filled the street as it fell to the ground, and Gyroman cursed
“Damn it…Shoulda used only two! Hey…Where the
hell did they go?!”
By the time he had looped back around, the entourage had used the
building’s destruction as cover, and they stole into an office
building for respite.
“Well, what the hell do we do now?”, Oil muttered.
“Yeah, the guy’s got missiles…Missiles! The kind
that blow up tanks!”, lamented Sharkman.
“Yeah, I noticed.”, Blademan said in a flat tone. Okay,
here’s what we gotta do. Stay in these buildings. He’s
a helicopter, right? That means he’s stuck up here, and hopefully,
he doesn’t have some tripped out X-ray vision. If he really
wants to kill us, he’ll have to come down here and-“
The sound of more missiles being launched alerted the team, and the
office building shook as two surrounding buildings crashed down under
the explosions of the rockets.
“Or he could just blow up the entire block…”,
“Probably. They did try to track us down before they blew up,
I noticed…”, Torchman also agreed.
“...What are you two planning?”, Blademan stared at them
“Ever been to a good ol’ bonfire?”, Oilman explained,
hefting his gun. “You with me, Torch?”
The red master of fire stood up. “Let’s go.”
Blademan began to protest, but couldn’t think of a better plan.
For the time being, this was the best shot they had at avoiding direct
Cautiously, the duo peered out into the sky, and only a street away,
Gyro was busy destroying more potential hiding places.
However, down the street, a new concern showed itself, and they quickly
hide themselves again.
“Sniper Joes!”, Oilman announced.
“Gyro probably called them to look for our bodies. That way,
he can level the entire block and never have to land.” Torchman
“Great. Just friggin’ great.”, Volt spat.
Dynaman spoke up again now. “Well, we can’t sit here
and get into a shootout with the Joes. Gyro would notice, and then
“He’s right. We gotta keep moving.”, Voltman agreed.
“Alright, let’s give this a shot. Oil and Torch, you
stay behind the group and keep on lighting fires. BIG ONES. I’m
hoping those’ll attract the missiles rather than us. Everyone
else, we’re going to make a mad dash for it. We gotta keep
moving til we find better cover.”
“We’re way ahead of you.”, Torchman nodded, alongside
“It’s gonna be dangerous, guys. Stay safe.”, Blademan
The Gladiators, almost all in some form of injury, ran out of the
back entrance of the office building onto the adjacent street, with
Torch and Oil both getting to work spreading fire around like salt
on a snowy street.
Of course, this attracted the attention of their pursuers almost
immediately. With another “aha!” from Gyroman, the Joes
were giving chase, along with Gryoman and his machine guns.
The GG, running as fast as they could, bolted down the street, and
even managed to make it to the end, before Gyro decided it was missile-time
Just before that, though, Oil and Torch managed to make another fire,
and the pair of tank-destroying missiles sought out the intense heat
over the smaller sources, the GG. Though it still rocked them to
their cores, the explosion largely missed them.
“It’s working!”, Blademan exclaimed while ducking
gunfire from the Joes. “Keep going, guys!”
And they did, with Blademan and Sharkman returning the Joes’ gunfire,
and Oil and Torch tracing the sidewalks with bonfires. Gyroman seemed
to stick with machinegun strafing when he learned his missiles were
distracted by the fire, and he occasionally voiced his anger over
“Go ahead! Prolong your suffering, you rats! You’re gonna
die eventually!”, he would taunt, though he changed the words
every time he felt the need to scream at them.
Blademan would sometimes answer these remarks with a few blades launched
skyward, but Gyroman’s height and speed meant they were destined
Before they knew it, the traveling circus of carnage had traversed
a near mile East. A mile closer to the GG’s goal. It was an
agonizing journey to say the least, made ever more frustrating by
the endless waves of Joes that would ambush them on occasion. Small,
nagging injuries piled on top one another, and the GG found themselves
to be walking wounded, with even more journey ahead of them.
By now, Gyroman had reached his limit, having failed to score one
In what had settled into routine by now, Oilman began dousing a spot
on the street with flammable oil for bonfire fuel. Torchman would
follow that up with a simple lick of flame. They managed to time
this to be in between all of Gyro’s loops.
This time, however, Gyro slowed down with each pass, and they eventually
realized that their timing was off.
“Hold it!”, Oilman stopped his comrade just before igniting
the fire. “Our timing’s off.”
“No problem, we’ll just adjust for it with the next-
Oil, GET AWAY FROM THERE!”
All Torchman got from his partner was a quizzical look at a missile
slammed into the oil-slick concrete, instantly consuming the petroleum
master in its explosive death. Torch, who was very near him, also
caught hell, and was thrown into the building across the street,
large pieces of missile, street, and even Oilman shrapnel embedded
in his entire body.
Blademan rushed over to him. “Oh hell, Torch! Torchman, you
alright?! Say something!”
Torchman struggled against the building, unable to stand, or move
much at all. He sputtered something about oilman, but Blade couldn’t
quite make it out. He managed to repeat it, though a bit clearer.
“Oil…Oil didn’t make it.”, Blademan informed
quietly. “But we’ve got to make sure you do! C’mon!
On your…feet!”, he strained, picking up the wounded
Torchman in the process.
The group ran, extremely shaken by the gristly end of one of their
members. Some of them displayed tears, even. Others assumed even
A giant sinkhole has filled one of the streets ahead, probably from
another missile strike from an earlier attack. Realizing it would
make efficient cover, Blademan ordered his teammates inside, where
they’d be able to elude the mad copter man and his unit.
The last one in the hole, Blademan gave Gyroman a piece of his mind
with a simple hand gesture, and disappeared into the hole.
The sewers were dimly lit and smelled putrid, yet to the Gladiators
it was their temporary haven. For some reason, no one had chased
them into the underground system, but they didn't think of it as
suspicious at all. Rather, it was their chance to take a breather.
Torch felt the urge to sit down, but being ankle-deep in sewage discouraged
him to do so. "Damn, how much longer can we hold off?"
"I don't know," Blade replied, "but we're not even
halfway out of the city yet."
Leaning against the wall, Voltman sighed. "I don't think I can
take this game of cat and mouse any longer."
"Come on, guys," Blademan said encouragingly, "We
can't give up now. We just sabotaged a scheme that could have spelled
the end of the world. Can you imagine the Scissor Army with their
own version of the Special Forces? Well, thanks to us, that's not
going to happen! And who knows how many more plans we need to stop?
I'd say the war is counting on us to survive."
"You're right," Sharkman said, supporting his leader. "We
can make it out of here."
The team's boost of morale was interrupted by the sound of rushing
water, accompanied by ground shaking thuds. They turned to the source
of the noise, squinting their eyes to see what was coming towards
them. Then, their eyes widened as they realized what it was.
In their brief rest they had thankfully regained some of their energy
to dash through the sewers. The giant alligator gave chase, skimming
through the waste that composed most of its body and slamming its
feet on the ground at an inhuman speed. It snapped its jaws menacingly,
seeking to clamp down on its prey.
Bitgirl turned as she ran and fired off charges of bit cannons. They
met their mark, slowing down the large beast. However, it still gained
on them and prepared to swallow the Gladiators in its massive maw.
However, one more bit cannon did the trick, hitting it right through
its throat and electrocuting its insides, prompting the sewer monster
to fall apart back into harmless sludge.
Waveman’s laughter echoed like thunder and he continued his
assault. The aquatic demon didn't move and only watched the Gladiators
run away. They noticed it, and realized he was only playing with
This was all just a game to him. The Gila Gladiators were his toys,
and if he so desired he could smash them in a heartbeat.
But only if they started to bore him.
They were still running when they heard the sound of rushing water.
Turning back, they saw that part of the sewage had turned into small
serpent-shaped waves, splashing in and out of the water like dolphins.
They skimmed through even faster than Waveman, and one leaped into
the air, aiming to collide with Sonicgirl with tremendous force.
She quickly darted around and waved her hand, sending out a sonic
wave that shattered the serpent, which only sprayed her in its explosion.
She gave the rest of the serpents the same treatment and ran to catch
up with her teammates.
Then, pieces of armor zipped right in front of her and rose along
with clear water.
Unintimidated, Sonicgirl fired another Sonic Wave, blasting through
Waveman. She dived right through the hole and continued running.
"Kyahahaha! That was a good move!" Waveman complimented.
Then, he lashed out his arms, transforming them into blades that
stalked the Gladiators.
There was a corner in the path, and the Gladiators sprinted for it.
Wavegirl swiftly brought up a wave of water, hoping to catch Waveman
off guard. It worked only a little bit, and as the tendrils pierced
through the wall of water, it could only land a small scratch on
her. However, they returned once more, slashing a deep cut into her
side, while also attacking Voltman.
Waveman continued to attack with his blade-like arms relentlessly,
laughing the entire time.
"Will that guy ever SHUT UP?" Sharkman panted in frustration.
As they turned the corner, they found a hole busted in the wall.
Before them was some sort of underground building. Blademan realized
that it was the subway. There were a handful of Sniper Joes waiting
for them, but his main focus was the inactive train ahead.
"That train's our ticket to freedom!" Blade yelled. Torchman
engulfed the Sniper Joes in fireballs, and Sharkman finished them
off with his boomerangs.
Waveman almost missed the hole in the wall and slid back to meet
it. "You won't get away that easily!" he threatened, but
then an explosion caved in the walls of the subway, blocking up the
hole. Dynaman gave a thumbs up to his team, and Blademan, Bitgirl,
and Sharkman dash into the train. At the operating car, they struggled
to find a way to get the train to start. "How the hell does
this thing work?" Sharkman said in frustration.
Torchman, Dynaman, Voltman, Sonicgirl, and Wavegirl stayed outside
of the train, doing their best to fend off Waveman, who had effortlessly
slipped in through the cracks of the debris. Voltman dispersed an
electric barrier around Waveman, but the SA officer merely ran right
through it, dashing in through the train doors. The others followed
him in pursuit just as the doors closed and the train began to move.
Waveman reached out with his tendrils, whipping his opponents mercilessly.
The tentacles then transformed into claws that seized Torch and Sonic
by their faces and lifted them into the air. They each responded
by firing their respective attacks, and it was enough to push the
aquatic demon backwards. A beast then emerged from his torso, biting
off a sizable chunk of Voltman's stomach.
As the train began to tremble from its speed, the fight turned into
a chaotic barrage of shots. Waveman lashed out his whips with the
same impact as bullets, while Torch, Dyna, Volt, Sonic, and Wavegirl
pummeled him with their attacks. The Gladiators dared to advance
on Waveman, and he responded with more of his tentacle-like beasts,
but they were swiftly negated by Sonic Waves, prompting Waveman to
step back, and the process was repeated until he stood by the very
back of the car. Still enduring Waveman's rapid attacks, they fired
right through him, which ended up tearing a hole in the door directly
behind him. The aquatic warrior realized their plan, but it was too
late. Wavegirl leaped up and seized one of the holding rails, then
swung forward and landed a heavy kick to Waveman's helmet. The force
sent him flying through the door and out of the train. He lashed
out an arm to grip the train, but it was too fast, and so he fell...directly
on the third rail. 750 volts of electricity surged through his body
and stunned the nanobots that ran his thought processes. As the Gladiators
sped away, they heard the Officer break into a scream which soon
turned into fading laughter.
They breathed a sigh of relief. The train would be their ride to
freedom, carrying them out of the city limits and enabling them to
teleport of this hellhole.
Torchman, Dynaman, Wavegirl, Voltman, and Sonicgirl made their way
up the train to join Blade, Shark, and Bit. The five Gladiators had
received a good beating from their recent fight, with Volt's protective
chest plate completely torn off, Torchman having gotten a large scar
across his eye, Dyna, Wave, and Sonic missing a couple fingers and
arm plates, and everyone being slashed many times in various parts
of their body. It was time for them to rest once more.
Then, six miles in, they saw it. But it was too late to slow down
the train. There wasn't even time to say, "Oh shit! There's
a pile of debris in the way!"
The resulting crash made every single robot fly right through the
windshield, and they landed violently into the pile of rubble. If
they were humans, it would have meant their immediate end, but they
were still badly shaken up from the landing. Sharkman found to his
horror that a pipe had impaled his leg, and they all struggled to
"Damn," Blademan panted, and he looked up, seeing that
the wall of wreckage rose higher until it touched the ceiling. "We
can't go any farther down here."
"Should we go back into the sewers?" Voltman proposed,
though his voice was weak.
Blademan shook his head. "No, we'll risk running into Waveman
again, and this time he won't let us escape. We'll probably have
to go back to the surface and try to sneak out from there."
The Gladiators nodded. They were badly damaged, and there was still
one mile left to go. Could they make it?
The Gladiators emerged cautiously from the wreckage that was once
a subway. Sharkman was clutching his arm, within which a rather large
and thick metallic pole was lodged, due to the crash they’d
just suffered moments before. As the others re-oriented themselves,
Blademan took stock of the situation they were in. They were located
in a fairly open area, about a mile away from their destination.
There was no sound, except for the faint roaring of flames coming
from the area they’d fought Gyroman in. The aerial Android
wasn’t around, and it didn’t seem as if any of the others
“Alright guys, it looks like we’ve run into some good
luck. We can take it easy for now.” The purple-clad leader
announced. There was a collective noise of relief from the rest of
“Thank god.” Voltman groaned shakily as they began walking,
clinging to Bitgirl for support. The team walked in silence, mostly
so as to not draw attention to themselves, in case someone were around.
Part of it was due to the reflection on Oilman’s death, though.
The loss of one of their own had taken it’s toll on the team,
and what little joy they may have felt at this ‘lucky break’ was
extinguished because of it.
“I hear something.” It was a simple phrase that caused
the other seven Gladiators to strain their hearing. Finally, Torch
keyed in on the noise as well.
“It… sounds like… glass?”, he questioned,
confusion obvious in his voice. At first, it didn’t occur to
them what that noise meant. By the time realization had dawned on
Blademan, multi-colored shards of various gemstones were already
hurtling at him.
“Oh SHI—AUUUUGH!” The seven other Gladiators stared
helplessly as the glittering shards embedded themselves into their
leader’s body, decorating him with kaleidoscopic cuts. A shrill,
demented laugh could be heard as a figure approached them. Eight
heads turned to see who it was, though they all knew deep down.
The female member of the Androids chuckled softly, her body language
giving off a calm and relaxed vibe. There was a fleeting hope that
she would spare them, maybe show that brand of feminine kindness
that so often stereotyped them as weak and unable to fight. That
hope diminished as she gave a sadistic laugh, and made a motion with
her hand, causing Blademan to go flying towards her as the shards
in his body responded to her command, yanking him about as they dug
into his metallic body as deep as they could go.
At the same time, more footsteps could be heard as a platoon of Joes
emerged from hiding places, surrounding the wounded warriors.
“You’re not going anywhere.”, the self proclaimed “Queen
of Fortune” taunted.
“End of the line, kids.”
Blademan struggled against the sparkling wounds as he was brought
close to Crystal. Despite this, he managed a bitter retort.
“Y-you…coward! All of y’you! G-glaaahhh!”
Crystalgirl yanked her shards from his body at that moment and reassembled
them into an oily, giant chunk of diamond, which took its place amongst
her six other dissimilar-sized gemstones. She seemed to take pleasure
in the GG’s weariness and anger, as well as Blademan’s
pain at her feet as she coldly kicked him away with a boot to the
shoulder as he attempted to regain his footing.
“You children caused us a lot of headaches today.”, she
said in a more grim tone. “I can’t believe you managed
to get this far, and this intact. How ridiculous.”
“Lady,” Blademan coughed. “The last thing we need
right now is another speech.”
“Hoh ho ho ho!!”, she laughed wickedly. “My, aren’t
you in a hurry! I can’t see why…But I can see your future.
It only goes as far as a few more minutes…”
“We may be injured…”, Blademan relented. “But
we’re not cowards! We’re through running from you jerks!
If you want a fight, you’re gettin’ one!”
Crystalgirl snidely put up a halting hand. “For one, you chumps
wouldn’t get a fight from me- you’re GOING to get slaughtered.
Secondly, our captain, Napalmman, is pretty pissed off now, thanks
to you blowing up his new factory. He’s decided there’s
nothing of interest in Berlin, so it may as well…go.”
A few miles away, a tremendous light filled the sky, and a massive
plume of smoke accompanied it, filled with flame. The GG looked in
shock and horror at the wanton destruction.
“A…nuke?!”, Dynaman attempted to identify.
“Close!”, Crystalgirl nearly confirmed. “It’s
a ‘Napalm Nuke’, fired from our captain himself. Its
not as strong as the real deal, but its much…cooler. And not
as radioactive, either. He’s gonna take his frustration out
on this burg one square mile at a time!
And judging by his rate of fire, and that he’s going clockwise,
we’ve got about…oh, four minutes of playtime!”
“Won’t you get killed, too?”, Blademan raised an
“Not bloody likely. Unlike you chumps, I can teleport out of
here. The SA isn’t subject to our own barrier. You know…The
barrier you guys are trying to escape from?”
The GG looked collectively angered and annoyed at the crystalline
menace’s spot on guess. She chuckled again, and continued as
Napalmman’s assault continued to level the city, mile by mile
in the distance, growing closer.
“It’s only one hundred yards behind me. Hell, I’ll
give you a sporting chance, even! Joes! Return to base! Leave us…”
Unflinchingly, the squadron left the group of Robot Masters alone.
“Now then,” Crystalgirl continued with bravado. “I
concede that if all of you make a dash for it, maybe…half
of you would make it. The other half? You’re dead.
The GG looked at each other. None of them wanted to die here, that’s
But, could they continue to live with themselves at the cost of more
of their teammates? It would be hard enough trying to cope with the
sight of Oil’s end…
Finally, Blademan answered. “The hell with you, witch! We fight
as a team, and we’ll die as a team! Gladiators…let’s
show her what we’re made of!”
“Idiots…You’ll certainly die as a team! Its in
The GG, injuries and all, charged her.
At the same time, the seven large chunks of gemstone that surrounded
the Android moved into position, as if they were opponents in and
of themselves. Initially, the situation caused confusion. Were they
seriously supposed to fight a bunch of floating chunks of rock?
As one of them shattered in mid air, surrounding Sonicgirl with the
shards, and then attempted to reform with her in the center, they
found their answer.
Forcing themselves to ignore the screams coming from the half-melted
female member of their team, as she was being compressed into the
middle of the giant stone, the rest of the Gladiators began hurling
attacks at the giant gemstones in flurries.
Except for Bitgirl.
“You’re sick…” She growled, referring to
Sonicgirl’s demise, as she faced off with the Android herself.
She fired off a ball of electricity, which the ‘Queen of Fortune’ nimbly
“Hmph. That was a mercy killing. At least… compared
to what I’m going to do you to.” A psychotic grin, and
the glint of sunlight on a knife-shaped shard of diamond were all
she could see.
Voltman weakly fired off another shot at the gigantic mass before
him. Electricity hit, then bounced off, heading skyward uselessly.
He’d long since learned that the rock would move with him,
essentially barring him from helping the female electricity using
Gladiator, who was attempting to brawl with Crystalgirl. With a pained
groan, he attempted to punch the mass of gemstone.
At first, nothing happened, then seemingly of its own accord, the
rock rose up in the air, and dropped down on him. Crying out, he
attempted to dodge, and was rewarded with the weight of stone merely
crushing his legs, as opposed to all of him. As the sheild became
airborne again, he tried to move his legs, but it was apparent the
servos had been shattered.
They were useless.
Torchman watched helplessly as Voltman’s lower half was smashed,
shuddering a bit. Though he had taken severe damage from Gyroman’s
missiles, he was still mostly functional, a fact he was thankful
for. All around him, similar things were happening to his teammates.
Blademan was currently feeling the effects of being a living puppet
once again, Sharkman was noticeably missing the arm that had once
been impaled, along with a good chunk of the rest of his torso, and
Wavegirl was stumbling around a bit, shards of sapphire embedded
into her body and optics.
Then he heard Bitgirl’s blood-curdling scream.
It seemed as though the SA officer had finally overpowered her prey,
and had disabled any movement from her. He watched as the diamond
knife was slammed into Bitgirl’s chest, causing another cry
from the yellow-clad girl, and then drug down her torso. Once she
was cut open, he realized what the alleged former scientist was going
He rushed over to the scene as quickly as he could, ignoring the
block of crystal that was following him as he fired a steady stream
of flames at the insane ‘doctor’. She pulled back from
Bitgirl with a shrill screech, and as the flames died off, he knew
he’d gotten her attention.
“You little….” The turquoise and white SA officer
stood, growling at Torchman. Part of her helmet was melted, and the
synthetic skin had bubbled slightly where her face had been burnt.
Rage filled her eyes, and he was suddenly very much aware of the
danger he was in.
“You… you’ll pay for that.” Three of the
large shields had returned to her by this point, and had fallen into
position in a line. Behind them was the apparatus that had continued
floating around Crystalgirl, almost uselessly. The entire structure
looked menacing, but he could see no reason for it. Raising his hand
to fire another stream of flames at the SA officer, he soon found
out its purpose.
It was a laser.
He didn’t have time to even think as the colored light slammed
into him, trailing a path down his middle. He’d already fired
at Crystalgirl, the stream of flames licking at her as the laser
began its trail down the middle of his being. He dully heard her
swearing before it cut off his ability to hear, and then see, and
He stood there, whole for a moment as the laser finished its job,
before he began to split in two, starting at the top, and slowly
peeling apart from there.
Crystalgirl stood triumphantly and partially melted, staring at the
scene of helplessness and injury before her.
Napalmman’s nukes were getting closer.
“Hehehe…”, Crystal sneered as her attention snapped
skyward, noticing a distinctly-shaped missile looming from the distance. “Looks
we’re outta time, ladies and gentlemen! At this time, we’d
like to thank you for your patronage as we ask you to fasten your
seat belts on your flight to Hell. Later, losers…”
She attempted to teleport with the remaining seconds…and yet,
something stopped her.
Looking down, she peered at this thing than anchored her. Blademan
wrapped his arm around her leg as tight as he could, refusing to
release his grip.
“Heh…heh heh…Can’t t-teleport if I hold
you back, can you? C-can’t trans-s-port blocked signals, huh?”,
He already knew the answer due to the fact that she was still here,
trying to kick herself free of his grip. “You insolent little
bastard! Let me go this instant!”
“G-Gladiators! Stop w-wasting time! Get outta h-here!”
Volt looked at his barely functional leader. “No way! We’re
a team! We die together!”
“H-heh…Didn’t think….anyone w-would actually
take that…to heart…”
Wavegirl grabbed Volt by the arm. “There’s no time…We
The team gave their leader one last look, knowing there wasn’t
time to break him free by now. They couldn’t…let this
sacrifice be in vain.
“GO!”, he gave a final order.
Finally, the GG collectively ran as best as they could. Wavegirl
clasped an arm around one half of Torchman. She couldn’t see
who had the other half, but she was sure they had it amongst the
group. As a matter of fact, the still-standing GG grasped on the
bigger pieces of their fallen friends, assuring their losses would
be as minimal as possible. Sure, it’d take some convincing
to get Wily to fix them up using back up memories and a whole lot
of time, but it could be done.
The thing that would really irk them by doing that would be…What
kind of modifications would Wily impose on them, assuming the mad
doctor would be up to his old tricks, even during a war…
Overhead, the missile was within a few hundred meters, dooming the
landscape to certain fiery hell.
As fast as they ran, they lost track of where the end of the barrier
was, so they just kept running while constantly trying to teleport,
continually coming up short.
“C’mon, C’MON!!”, Sharkman screamed in frustration,
carrying a few chunks of Sonicgirl in his good arm..
Behind them, the Napalm Nuke made it’s impact, and the devastation
quickly swept outward. The actual impact created a horrific wind,
sweeping the Gladiators off their feet, as if they were in a tornado.
Just as fast, or even faster, the wall of sun-like fire chased them,
threatening to engulf them entirely. Sharkman, the last in line,
looked ahead as Wavegirl, who was swept ahead of everyone else, succeeded
in teleporting. With no time to spare, the rest followed suit, finally
crossing the elusive barrier, and ending this tragedy of a mission.
Hours later, across many time zones, they awakened, having been automatically
shut down once their injuries overcame them upon being received by
Desperately, they would attempt to reach Blademan, hoping that, somehow,
he had made it.
And they were reminded…War…isn’t the type of
event where miracles come into play often, for God stayed away from
the battlefield. That was the Devil’s playground here on Earth.