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Surely, this will be a fight for the ages. A towering shape of a man versus a machine designed for destruction. Without weapons, they are armed only with their natural strength, and itâs impossible to predict who might be victorious. Will it be the shadowy killer, or the chrome-plated weapon? Man against machine, laws against chaos, human guy against robot catgirl, the streets of Spirale will remember this day-
âRetreat detected,â she tones. âPurrsuing and objecting.â
Without jet engines, Robo-Fortune can only take a few clanking steps to come up to the side of the man. How does he walk so fast? âLogic dictates that when the side character fights you, you must attempt to murder them in gruesome fashion,â she says, not quite able to get ahead of him. âThankfully as the comic relief I will narrowly survive.â
Robo-Fortune might be delusional, but sheâs not so delusional to think that she might be the heroine who narrowly survives the final confrontation. That role must belong to someone taller, and perhaps more blonde than her. Nevertheless, engaging in easily-avoidable fights is another aspect of her programming she cannot ignore, and so if this big olâ guy wonât fight her, sheâll just have to provoke him somehow.
âAltering purrsuasive tactics. This is a waste of time. Jason is better than you, anyhow. Beep boop meow.â
As the robo-girl chatted away, clanking alongside him, Michael contemplated the easiest way to dispatch her.  âNarrowly surviveâ she says...well heâll decide whether that was the true outcome. He stopped his ruminating the moment she mentioned Jason -- ah, that guy. Remembering their fight back home made his shoulder twitch.
Michael paused mid-step and reached out a hand to capture the top of the robotâs head. He unceremoniously twisted her around to face him and simply stared for a beat. It was still unclear whether the knife would do anything; he quickly examined her for anything that looked pierceable before determining that method wasnât going to work.
He lifted her with ease and grabbed her metal bicep; he savagely ripped her right arm out of its socket and then dropped her to the ground -- keeping her severed arm in his other hand. Did robots have dominate hands? Probably not, but the right arm seemed like the correct choice at the time.
Michael stared down at her and tossed the stolen arm over his shoulder into the middle of the street. She was more annoying than those podcasters that egged him on back home, and that was saying a lot -- those podcasters really annoyed him. He waited to see what the robo-girl would do; she was the one attempting to start this fight anyway.