Leadhead suddenly snapped back to yellow as they mechanically stomped over
Tuskpelt sighed in relief, his quills relaxing. He stood up straight and walked up.
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The Gamemaster looked between Leadhead and Tuskpelt, before raising Tuskpeltâs arm into the air. âTuskpelt is the winner! While Leadhead had many toys at his disposal, Tuskpelt proved to be more cunning in his attacks.â
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The Gamemaster looked down at the rest of the fighters. âWe are now nearing the endgame. Soon, the final tournament approaches near. For now, fighters, you may head back to the Barracks.â He said, leading them off.
The sky goes still for a moment, followed by a flash of light. The glare fades, and a metallic skeletal figure lands in the center of arena with a spray of dirt and dust. Automatized optics scan over the assembled fighters. For the moment, the android remains still.
Nexus looks at the robot, before turning away and walking to the barracks. He mutters something about other robots âcramping his styleâ or something.
Tuskpelt twitches as the Gamemaster touches him, but he smiles. He follows the group back to the barracks.
HALT
the robot vocalizes, its synthetic voice ringing across the arena. IDENTIFY YOURSELVES
"Ironbolt servitor guardian unit #1919 chassis designation: Leadhead "
Mark turned around slowly. âUmâŚMark Mark Mcneil, sir- maâamâŚsorry, whatâs your gender?â He nervously asked.
Tuskpelt tenses up.
âYou first.â he said.
âI am Qâuiin, scion of Mars.â
DESIGNATIONS UNRECOGNIZED
the robot retorts. THREAT PROBABILITY INCREASED TO 10%. DO YOU REPRESENT THE WILL OF THE SOVEREIGN?
âNegativeâ #1919 stated â#1919 speaking for the collectâ
THREAT PROBABILITY INCREASED TO 87%
the robot declares, whipping around to face #1919. STAND DOWN OR BE ELIMINATED
âYour Sovereign is deemed non-threatening by the collect. We have no reason for conflictâ States #1919 their eye turning orange
H E R E T I C
, the robot screeches. RESCIND YOUR HERESY OR FACE THE WRATH OF THE SOVEREIGN
. The bladed foils on the androidâs shoulders â â â â â , airjets whirring to life.
âYou are fortunate that your sovereign is deemed non threateningâ Snaps Leadhead âNow if youâll excuse me I have a bed to stand beside!â
YOUR HERESY HAS EXCEEDED ACCEPTABLE THRESHOLDS. PREPARE TO DIE BY YOUR WORDS
. The airjets flare into action, sending Gyraze racing across the arena directly towards Leadhead. Wrist-mounted blades spin into action, rotating at deadly speeds as Gyraze thrusts them at Leadheadâs head.
Qâuiin rushes forward to grab the robotâs arm and pull it back from #1919âs body. âNow now, no neeeeeeeed for that.â
Leadhead stomped back to the dorm muttering under their breath
âOverzealous freaksâ