The Titan

Chapter 35

Pickle was currently a few miles away from the cave, it's only been a few hours since he had left. Right now he was patrolling around the cave area to ensure no more machines existed around the area. He stopped and his visor beeped slightly.

Pickle: I know you're here.

He heard the soft creaking of the gears and a familiar face.

Pickle: Pascal? What the hell are you doing?

The machine walked out of the bush as he waved at him with jubilation and his voice reflected that.

Pascal: Argus! It's nice to see you again!

Suddenly before the smaller machine could react, Pickle tackled him. Pushing him to the ground as burning plasma rounds flew over them, barely touching his cape. Pickle was already up to his feet by the time Pascal understood that he was fired at. A yank pulled him to his feet and he was pulled behind a thick treeline. The next second a small gun was pushed into his hands by Pickle as Pickle stood taller next to him.

Pickle: Defend yourself from them if any come closer. I'll take care of the rest.

And just like that his friend vanished, Pascal's optics worked overtime to keep up with Pickle's speed as he cleared the distance between him and them in under a second. His armour feet barely touched the ground as he turned into a black blur with a hint of sickly green. A large hand-covered armour was the first and the last thing one of the machines saw. Its head was squished into a pulp of oil, gears and wires. The next one was backhanded so hard that it sent the average human-sized machine flying, it crashed into a hard tree trunk snapping its neck in clean two. The third was to his extreme right, his moments were fast and strong, his body twisting with flexibility and grace that someone of his structure should not have. His armoured fingers dug into the optics of the machines blinding it only for him to rip its head off with a sickening sound of gears brutally breaking. 

He killed and killed as he punched, kicked, gouged and broke the bodies of the machines, spreading endless wires and gears as the darkness of the oil coated the green blades of the grass. Just as the killing started, it ended. The machines were given no time to think, to scan, to analyse nor to formulate a plan. They were pushed to the final act without the careful and cautious planning that they often did back when the machines had first siege Earth. Suddenly he heard a shot ring out, quickly gaining his attention as he turned towards where it hit and he saw a machine head was blown to bits as its arm was stretched out towards a nearby gun. Pickle looked towards the culprit and saw Pascal waving at him with excitement. Just as he was about to wave back a large biped machine appeared behind Pascal, his eyes widened and the machine swung its fist that was covered in barbed wire and rust. 

Abruptly a large two-handed sword pierced through the machined head, cutting through the main wiring and hard gears like a hot knife through butter. The cut was clean to the point anything stuck to the blade as the sword embedded itself into the ground. Pascal turned around more surprised than terrified as his optics looked towards the one who threw the sword.

Pascal: Friend!

Pickle's eyes followed the direction and he stopped the first thought that came to his mind was very...bizarre to say the least.

Pickle: 'I never knew 2B was into cosplay. Hmm...That long hair suits her'

Unfortunately, the beeping from his helmet interrupted his thinking process. He glanced at the corner of his visor and a new piece of information he was unaware of popped up. 

The YoHRa Android scowled at Pascal who was only giving her the equivalent of a smile. Her eyebrow twitched at this careless behaviour before she could even say anything something caught her eye and she jumped back, barely moving out of the way of an armoured foot that stomped on the ground so hard that it caused a crater under it. The force behind it surpassed any force an Android could ever muster up.