The generator is heavy looking, sturdy even, but a superspeed blow with a heavy wrench is enough to cleave a line halfway through it, leaving a jagged, sparking gash. K.I.L.L.F.L.A.S.H. stumbles forward with a loud, infuriated beep, its laser fizzling out as it struggles to keep itself upright on its spidery legs.
It stumbles forward several meters, nearly falls, but as it rights itself, there's a shimmer in the air around it as the shield around it goes back up. For a few seconds, it seems almost like it was unharmed, or at least that it can go on fighting. Then the shield crackles bright blue-green, shifts colours to reddish-violet, and finally, with an explosion of sparks from the generator, collapses in on itself with enough force that, when the flash of light fades, most of what's left of the robot is just twisted, burnt metal, separated into several different pieces.
Yamato actually does breathe an audible sigh of relief this time.
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Date: Feb. 19th, 2019 05:01 am (UTC)From:It stumbles forward several meters, nearly falls, but as it rights itself, there's a shimmer in the air around it as the shield around it goes back up. For a few seconds, it seems almost like it was unharmed, or at least that it can go on fighting. Then the shield crackles bright blue-green, shifts colours to reddish-violet, and finally, with an explosion of sparks from the generator, collapses in on itself with enough force that, when the flash of light fades, most of what's left of the robot is just twisted, burnt metal, separated into several different pieces.
Yamato actually does breathe an audible sigh of relief this time.
"Good job, Gramps."