The Fury Of A Wholesome Killer Boy 2: Turf Wars

NvM

BANG!

The residual waves of shock and rage swept through the air, basking the tone of the battle in sheets of bloodlust and hatred. The two metallic bodies slammed together, N and M both grunting as their robotic muscles pushed against each other, claws interlocked and glowing. The acute tips found themselves unable to stab into the hard iron of their claws, but the servos and hydraulics of N's arms told a different story, as M found himself being pushed backwards, N's strength seemingly overpowering his own. A pang of shock rattled M's core as his surprised gaze fell upon N, hollowed out optics meeting crazed ones, a bloodthirsty smile plastered on N's face as his CPU cycled through the various ways he was going to make M feel pain.

N was quick to follow through with his darkened thoughts, as M found himself on the receiving end of a swift yet decisively violent headbutt. M yelped as he stumbled backwards, the sudden loss of his focus allowing N to clobber him across the face with a punch that felt personal (Which it was). Yet, M was no weak drone, and he was quick to recover and go on the counterattack. In an instant, N was forced away from M upon the latter slamming his tail into his chest, stabbing multiple holes into his metal and drawing thick globs of oil.

Despite the painful nature of the attack, N didn't seem all that phased by the injury, as the lights on his body seemed to only increase in their brilliance. M slammed his body into N's, attempting to topple his rival over in order to get the advantage. This proved to be fruitless, as N's male build allowed him to keep upright and respond with a slash to M's cheek. Oil was spilled as the metallic claws carved up the polymer of his left cheek, and M let out another cry of pain as his nervous system was set ablaze.

N was certainly a tricky fight, but M was still confident in his ability to swiftly take him down.

Still aligning himself with his delusions of grandeur and dominance, M sought to strike back at N, this time choosing to take a page out of the wholesome killer boy's ravenous book. Opening his maw wide, M clamped his jaws down on N's neck, conjuring up a cloud of hydraulic fluid that splattered on the ground like a discarded piece of meat while oil gathered around where his teeth split the metal. N growled in displeasure, clearly the erotic novels that he occasionally caught Uzi reading of vampire sex and pleasurable neck biting were complete bullshit, it felt terrible. Not content to be outdone, N forcefully lifted his body up to stand at his full height, dragging M with him, jaws still retaining their iron grip. M was beyond astounded at this point, he had learnt first hand that N was an incredibly strong drone, but this was starting to get ridiculous! Almost suspicious...

His questioning was cut off when N took advantage of his stillness, proceeding to slam his body against the hard metal surface of a container. M released N's neck with a cry, feeling his mechanical spine click with the force of the strike. Luckily, nothing had snapped, or else M would have been extra fucked. In saying that, M still wasn't exactly in a great spot right now, as N began to wail on his hated rival, making M crumple over like paper upon delivering a punch to the gut, before making him stand tall with a vicious uppercut. M's sensors rang out in pain, as the disassembly drone tried to catch his breath, coughing from the force of the punches.

A faint but evident yellow glow soon caught M's attention, and his optical array focused on the sight before him. N had roared and raised a fist, preparing to bring it down on M's face. However, there was something different about this fist. Around its white metallic plating, yellow electricity began to squirm and spark along the fist, as if it was charging up for a more powerful attack.

M was stuck gawking at the electric fist for a long moment, but was forced to kick back into action the moment N swung the fist, still coated in a persistent layer of electricity, directly towards his face. While M could take quite a bit of damage before going down, he certainly didn't want to be on the receiving end of whatever that punch could do. Ducking down just in time, N's fist instead came into contact with the container that M used to be pinned to. The latter widened his eyes in awestruck terror and confusion as the once sturdy container was all but decimated by N's punch, being sent sliding several meters backwards while its structure broke apart into many pieces, metal sheeting skidding across the ground. Okay, this just straight up wasn't fair anymore! How the hell was N doing any of this! M couldn't answer that, but he knew that he needed to take this carefully, lest he end up like that container.