〚 Despite already having been impatient waiting for the imitations of the Heavy King to be constructed, the last drop of patience immediately cracks–his colored optics flickering out into a heavy television static. The hulking behemoth of tungsten lunges, his claws unsheathing and tightening instantly around the feeble, weak material of the “throat” of one bastard-shaped boulder.〛
〚 Spike-shaped cursed protrusions carrying more than twenty thousand pounds per square inch crushing force fractures the feeble rock instantly—the expected, but simultaneously undesired fragile durability of it doesn’t bring me to a halt, it only drives me forward, causing me to near-instinctually by myself-made programming to thrust my fist straight through its brittle chest, watching the shower of pebbles explode forth from the contact.〛
〚 Neck-joints spark, sending a short, smoldering white-hot spray flick out from within—internal wiring within having severed from the continuous, erratic movement of my rage-driven fury. The body is not built to withstand the sentient, overflooding anger running through inner-charcoal black tubes and shock absorptant-Chaos Energy-depressants.〛
〚 Ignoring minor, internal “bleeding.” My head twists immediately towards another bastard-shaped boulder, my makeshift Maximum VIII. Overdrive casting a shimmering, fluctuating aura of energy encasing my gargantuan physique. I dart forward, becoming only a streak of maroon speedblitzing through it as a whole for a split-second, before reappearing as perceptible to the eye right behind it as it erupts in a silent implosion of more rock. 〛
〚 Dreadlocks whip wildly around my head, on the brink of breaking off their own individual axes (plural of axis), practically forming a storm of kinetic energy above me. I snap towards the last “Heavy King”, my static-fuelled optics mustering the concentration to glare deeply into it’s very being. 〛
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〚 The silence is interrupted by its much louder, exploding demise. I stand to my full, towering height, intentionally exhausting myself from the momentary 140% overuse of my engines, letting my mechanical dreads drop by my sides, steaming clouds from their own exhausts. 〛
〚 I turn to Metal Amy Kai and Ryze. My neck creaking audibly, suffering from the rotation. 〛
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❝T-T-Thank y-you.”
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“I a-apologize for c-calling you b-both TRAITORS.❞
