Nothing

Seven

The sniper stood, motionless. He didn't know what to expect from this thing. He'd never seen one in person. He'd only heard the stories - brutal, dirty fighters who could care less about rules. There was no place to run in the Death Field.

"I..I have n-nothing to gi-"

In a swift movement, the thing leapt forwards, lowering itself slightly; giving him a perfect view of the thing's 'glass eyes.'

"You lie. I see. I see you take, but no give."

Frozen in thought and fear, he felt as if there was nothing to do. He was, however, at the distance to observe the thing's suit. If it was even a suit, but he assumed that was most probable.

The metal, though it wasn't in prime condition, it was almost new, as if specifically made for this purpose - just for one use, and to go to battle. However, despite the robotic and emotionless look of the creature, he noticed a tire in the 'eyes.' Tire, as in tired.

He sharply inhaled as the thing raised its weapon and lifted it to eye view.

"Answer!" It commanded.

What was he going to do? This place was called Death Field for a reason; was there even anything TO do? A panicky situation.

He then had an idea. It was worth a try. He didn't want his grave to be here, never to be found again; but he did want to try.

He lifted his head, raising it as though he spotted something. The creature produced a 'hm' as it lowered its weapon to turn around. Taking his chance, he grabbed his own weapon and swing it straight into the thing's head. This caused it to stumble over; the sniper ducked away before he could be hit by it.

It recovered quickly and lifted itself to whip around, scanning the surroundings for the sniper, until a bullet hit the side of its face. The creature lowered itself, perhaps reaction due to the shot, or a plan for its next move, but it stood back up again and stared right at the sniper.

Once it realized it was staring right at him, the thing fired a single 'bullet'; more like a charge of electricity. A small ball, glowing blue, I'd best describe it as. The bullet missed, but landed some ways back. The explosion was the opposite of small and quiet. That weapon was not meant for taking survivors.

The creature didn't bother trying to fire again, running right at him instead. The sniper threw himself to the side, narrowly missing the blade that had once been the other hand.

He made a mental note that 'hands could turn into weapons,' and if he was correct, then 'left arm is gun arm and right arm is big knife arm.'

He didn't spend much time on the ground, flinging himself onto its back in a long jump. The only advantage he had here with him was that the creature appeared to be less agile.

Immediately, it began attempts to throw him off, but the sniper moved, punching out one of the 'eyes'. Effects were seen quickly.

He jumped off to avoid being crushed by the creature falling backwards, to which he rushed to reload his gun. He approached, taking no chances, and smashing the gun arm with his own until it was hacked off.

In a flurry of sparks, it fell off; the creature letting out a dying screech before the eyes faded.

The sniper stood in silence, staring in shock at the arm.

Was it even biological life? Records were not correct. This was a robot, he came to realization.

He stood still before putting away his weapon and kneeling.

"Your kind may be brutal, and savage, and will not do the same for man, but I will give you a burial."

He had time to spare. The trees weren't that far away, he could surely just simply drag it there, bury it, forget about the current events, and be on with his way, hopefully.