[color=a187be][h2]Shinjiro Karasawa[/h2][/color]

Eyes now firmly planted back on the professor, he snapped back to attention with a curt nod and a bark of [color=a187be]"Got it."[/color] Ambling over to the designated area, he kicked off his shoes and socks as he drew up to the container, eyeing the distinctly trashcan-looking security drone. So he'd have to fight one of [i]them[/i], huh? Scratch [i]that[/i] one off the bucket list. Talk about weird tests. Stepping into the chamber, he tossed his phone out into his shoes at the last second before closing the door behind him.

And by some quirk of fate, the impact had apparently told his playlist to [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5c1m2BAg2Sc]play and shuffle[/url].

[i]well I'm[/i]

[color=a187be][i]What--[/i][/color]

[i]HOT-BLOODED[/i]

[color=a187be][i]oh god why[/i][/color]

[i]CHECK IT AND SEEEEE[/i]

The crowd half-chuckled, and half groaned in response, while the young man in a heat-rated uniform inside the little glass jar gritted his teeth, flush with both anger and embarassment. Why did [i]that[/i] of all things have to play? Were you kidding him?! You [i]had[/i] to be kidding him!

[i]GOT A FEVER

OF A HUNDRED

AND THREEEEEE[/i]

The walls of the container began to fog as where he would normally emit sweat, he replaced it with steam. Red began to tinge the edges of his vision as blood pumped faster and faster, naturally excited by the upkick in temperature. [i]HOT BLOODED[/i], wailed Foreigner from his phone, [i]HOT BLOODED![/i]

[color=a187be]"Can't believe this..."[/color] he muttered, as his body temperature soared past 600, passing it by like a tree on the side of the highway, and climbed yet further. Skin now fully flushed an angry looking pinkish-red, he began to very faintly glow, a light that would not pierce the fogged up glass or even do much in full darkness, but he glowed nonetheless.

[color=a187be]"Security-bot, huh?"[/color] he growled from within, alone with this thoughts as he folded his arms brusquely, tapping his bare foot against the tiled floor as the surface of his skin reached 800 Fahrenheit, climbing higher still. "What th' hell am I supposed to do, dump it out?"

[color=ed1c24]850F.[/color]

[i][color=a187be]Fuhgeddaboutit.[/color][/i]

[color=red]900F.[/color]

[i][color=a187be]I'll figure it out as I go.[/color][/i]

[color=f26522]950F.[/color]

[i][color=a187be]She wants to see action.[/color][/i]

[h2][color=orange]1000F.[/color][/h2]

[i][color=a187be]I'll give it to her.[/color][/i]

Signaling he was at maximum output, Shinjiro's kees bent in a low, primal crouch, red-tinted vision zeroing in on his mechanical adversary.

Kawashiro-sensei released the esper.

Kawashiro-sensei released the bot.

Karasawa Shinjiro [url=https://youtu.be/h_2ahlE5zH4?t=2m45s]released [i]himself[/i][/url].

A glowing, red-orange blur launched towards the hapless grey robot at top speed, loosing a roar that, combined with everything else, would halfway convince someone who didn't know any better that he was attempting to be an offensive lineman. Which, of course, would be [i]entirely[/i] wrong.

No offensive lineman [i]punted[/i] the other players.

[color=a187be][i][b]"OOOOOORAAAAA!"[/b][/i][/color]

Foot wedging in the small space between bot and floor, Karasawa's mighty kick continued upward as if the hunk of machinery in the way were little more than an gnat, sending it flipping high enough into the air for a full rotation before crashing back down, leaking smoke from the underside. Green light now redundantly flashing red, it would find itself under assault once more, as Shinjiro's second charge flung his bodyweight past it, leaving his trailing arms to clamp down on it's top and pull it with him, sending the can-shaped robot onto it's side.

[b][color=a187be]R
K
O
![/color][/b]

[color=a187be][i]If only i'd broken it in half--

[u]There's[/u] an idea.[/i][/color]

Rounding on the downed machine, he grabbed it in both arms, as if hugging a beloved family member, lifted it fully off the ground--

And began to [i]squeeze[/i]. 

Slightly blurry to the onlookers as the haze of heat surrounding him bent the light, he continued to apply pressure, even as his insane body heat weakened the material.

Further, further it began to deform.

Harder, [i]harder[/i] he squeezed, intent on crushing his way straight through.

Groaning under the pressure and spewing white smoke from it's interior, the robot's chassis gave way with one final push, loosing a a very unpleasant tearing [b][i]REEEEEEAKKK[/i][/b] sound as the robot was sheared in half between his arms.

Smiling, the esper turned and presented the "head" of the bot to both crowd and scientist, before casually dropping it to the floor as the red-orange glow became pink, then faded away completely.

[color=a187be][i]Not too shabby.[/i][/color]