Black Panther

Hell of a wake up call

 I woke up to the sound if gunfire behind me. 'Great' I thought. 'Mr Madman has send another bunch of scrap metal and wires at me.' I sighed, stretching out of the lovely hollow log I found for my wolf-self. I stretched and shifted back into a human. Turning around I saw the huge metallic army that Mr Madman had sent me.

"This is a hell of a wake up call." I muttered.

 The bot at the front started to talk, "WE HAVE ORDERS TO-"

"Exterminate, exterminate." I said in a mock Dalek voice, - if you don't know what a Dalek is, LOOK IT UP!!! -

"I would not be so cocky if I were you." came a voice from the back. I saw the Madbots part as a tv screen came rolling out, with the black silhouette of a man on it.

"Well done, this is the closet you've come to seeing the battle in person. Maybe next time you'll find the courage to fight me, without sending your useless failed inventions as part of your diabolical spring cleaning plan."

"Enough! It is time for your capture, GET HER!!!!!" screamed Mr Madman.

'Charming' I thought.

 I quickly dodged out the way of a spray of bullets. Doing an action roll forwards and planting my leather boot into the tv screen, cutting out the picture. I then used it as a foot hold to jump in the air, turning into a panther and ripping the heads off several bots. I then shifted to wolf form, proceeding to knock several down, all of which shot each other in the confusion. Smiling to myself, I turned back to human and started casually punching kicking, tearing branches of tree and kicking the log I slept in at the Madbots. I jumped again, shifting from animal to animal. At one point I turned into a black cat, wondering briefly what possessed me to do that, I carried on fighting.

 The rest of the battle was just a vague memory of metal, wires and many electrocutions, leading me to wonder how I'm still able to process thought.

 I turned back into a human and picked up the camera from the tv screen, aiming at myself, briefly noticing at my rat's nest of blonde hair in the reflection of the battered tv screen.

"You really shouldn't be wasting so many resources, simply trying to catch me. I mean you're clearly not doing a good job of it...." I said at the camera.

"I still *fizzle, crackle*  one *crackle* trick." I heard the Mr Madman's voice say. All of a sudden the tv screen I was holding exploded, knocking me into a tree, bruising the back of my head and scalding my arms where the flames had lapped up my exposed skin. The pain was excruciating, but I had suffered worse. Besides, I needed to get moving, the explosion wasn't that powerful, but was sure to attract some attention. I then left the field of scattered robot parts, before a figure of authority showed up. I didn't have time for questions. As I left I wondered how big a littering fine Mr Madman would have to pay because of me... Teehee.

'Great start to the day... But I still need a shower.' I thought, wondering off in some direction that I thought would lead me to a river instead of a car park... Oh well.