Dang Convergence Vol. 1

Chapter Thirty-three The Prototype, Part Two

Chapter Thirty-three

The Prototype, Part Two

The two of them flew out of the way hurriedly, and the robot struck the ground instead, the force of its blow sent concrete and asphalt exploding into the air, generating a small shockwave that blew Wombat and Tiger even further back.

Jets of flame exploded from Wombat's feet to stabilize himself in the air and secure a gentle landing. Tiger on the other hand simply manipulated the wind with a gesture of her hand, and came to a sliding stop on the ground, narrowing their eyes at the robot.

The robot's chrome glowed through the debris in the air, and then it emerged, it eyes glowing. Tiger studied the thing, wondering how it was so much stronger than the others, curious to see if it had any exposed weak points. Tiger found no weak points but what they did find was writing on the robot's torso, one they hadn't noticed earlier.

It simply said 'PROTOTYPE'.

"Prototype," Tiger murmured. This was just a test run for this robot and it was this strong. A shiver ran down their spine, and they felt their heart quicken a little. They drew deep breaths to calm themselves and then a new thought popped into their head.

If this was only a prototype then...

"It has to have a weakness," Wombat declared, as though he'd been reading her mind. He was glaring at the Prototype, his eyes glowing intensely. He was clutching his broken hand but there was still an intimidating aura about him, one that said he still had a lot of fight left in him.

Tiger knew well enough that a broken hand wouldn't be much of an obstacle for him. Even if he had both hands broken, Tiger got the sense that he would still have been able to concoct a plan to get rid of the Prototype, even if it meant giving up his own life.

But Tiger was here now. And that meant they could come up with a plan together. He wouldn't have to die.

The Prototype's six eyes glowed, and its body pulsed with energy. Immediately, both Wombat and Tiger dashed out of the way, just in time as the Prototype suddenly blurred forward and threw a punch that had been intended for Wombat. The punch found nothing but air but it still sent a ripple through the air that connected with Wombat and sent him sliding backward.

Wombat's eyes widened at the impact. 'WHAT THE HELL?' He thought. 'HOW IS THIS THING THAT STRONG? If that punch just now had connected, I might have lost my other hand.'

The Prototype scanned both of them. It looked straight at Wombat. "You're in no condition to mount a sufficient fight against a weapon of death like me. Might I suggest that you step aside for the time being so I may proceed to fulfill my mission and eliminate the weak one?"

"The weak one?" Tiger repeated, sounding offended. "Are you talking about me?"

The Prototype turned to face Tiger. "I believe so. I've compared the data I have on you and your friends, and I've run a number of simulations. By my calculations, you're estimated to be the weakest of your group, the easiest adversary for me. Eliminating you would be a sufficient enough demonstration of my capability, and thus my test program would be fulfilled."

"How can you speak when the other bots can't?" Wombat queried.

"I'm a higher form than the others," the Prototype answered. "My existence was made necessary to deal with the threat your group poses to the Great Incursion."

"And there are more like you?"

"Many more, but only I am active," the Prototype responded. "I am what you would call a test run."