@VitaVitaAR


As Crocokill looked towards the water, his throat then swelled as he turned once more to face Ellis. It was obvious, really he was planning to launch a blast of water and then retreat. However, Buster-Fist wasn't going to let this monster escape! It was finally time to end this terror of a monster once and for all! And he must certainly be quick and precise about it. He begins to run at Crocokill as fast as he could, charging up his palms as he prepares to counter-attack. But just as the monster would have any time to fire its beam, Buster-Fist made a swift slide as the high-pressured beam of water flows right above him. As soon as he got in range, the monster would find out too late, that he was finally doomed for.

"Gotcha'."

And with a vroom of his palms, Buster-Fist fires a large plasma beam that rips through Crocokill's chest, coming out from the other side. There was no way someone would dodge an attack like that from their current position... the battle is over at this point.

"Tsk..."

Disappointed that he only brought one down, it appears Evan would be forced to use his 'fire wall' after all. He spotted the remaining three raising their arms. An air based attack? This was time for Evan to test something out, the power of their armor versus his flames. If this next attack succeeds, then his fire will grow stronger courtesy of their attack.

"Try this on for size! Inferno Wall!"

Evan shouted his technique on top of his lungs and cupped his hands together with his palms out towards his opponents. The brightness of his hands steadily increased, signifying the amount of solar energy he was putting into this attack. Just as the condensed air made its way closer to Evan, his flames continuously fired out of his hands straight at the condensed air in attempt to overpower it. The flames covered a rather wide area as if he was a giant flamethrower or some kind of dragon. It would be just enough to block the entry way to the bank, while at the same time burn away anyone who are caught in it. In this case it would be the four men who were just within the edge of the rather slanted fire wall. Thankfully for them, their armor would undoubtedly protect most of their bodies from any serious burns...their heads however...were left unprotected, but he expects none of them to die. He planned on capturing them along with the others in hope of receiving a greater chance at a promotion to rank A.

This was also nothing more than a test of Evan's abilities, to see if he could melt or damage their armor enough to render them useless. The price he had to pay for this attack was nothing compared to what he has to sacrifice for his full body Solar Drive. He could already feel his hands stinging a little, granted they were coated for a long time now and the amount of energy he used during this fight was a bit more than he actually needed. He should really learn how to use his energy more efficiently.

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Aya’s paint can assault upon the Crusader Bot proved to be somewhat effective. The bitter cold of the white paint can had managed to slow the hulking robot to a halt, and coupled with the red can, it had created water which quickly proved to take a toll on Valence’s robot prototype. Sparks gradually made themselves known, and the metal giant made various jittering noises. Of course, this particular robot would not be taken down by the water created by the paint cans alone, and it still had enough power to swing at Aya with one of its arms.

The trio of (still living) footsoldiers had seemingly decided it was more important to pursue Kiko, and did so quite doggedly - despite the fact that their melee weapons had proven themselves to be rather ineffective already.

Valence himself was still behind that same crate, plotting his escape. His current “steal all the materials” plan was definitely coming to a halt, and it was annoying.

Still, if there was one thing Valence was notorious for, it was escaping at the last minute, and given the situation, it was about time Valence did just that...

@Lmpkio@Infichi

Ken was stuck between a rock and a hard place here. Terror-Wing had managed to work out his location, even though Ken tried using the cover of the rubble. Terror-Wing had swooped down, but he also let loose a barrage of energy yet again. Where was it all coming from!? Ken had one idea, but he noticed a trashcan come from nearby and tumbled through the air towards Terror-Wing. Ken knew exactly where that came from. "Nice one, Usagi!" He called out. Now it was time for the counter attack. Ken was definitely going to take some damage from this. Ken planted one foot on the back wall of the alley and launched himself off the wall, towards Terror-Wing. Ken used his left glove to block incoming shots. One grazed his right shoulder, and another one grazed his left shin too. With a mighty roar, Ken launched an overhead right hook for his attack, and at the same time he activated his overload. "Overload Punch, times 5!"

The sound of the blast of plasma echoed across the beach. While the Monster had proven troublesome, its assessment towards the end of the fight had been correct. It really hadn't been ready for a higher-level hero. Its yellow eyes dulled, as its jaw fell open, the hole clear through its chest smoking from the sheer heat of the matter that had gone clear through its body. CrocoKill's hulking body toppled backwards, hitting the ground with a resounding thud and laying still. The monster from the sea lay limply, smoke rising from the hole. Needless to say, it was absolutely dead.

After a few moments of shocked silence, the crowd outside the beach erupted into cheers, calling Buster Fist's name. At least, the ones who weren't preoccupied watching the other fight wrapping up on the Beach.

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Kiko sat back onto her knees, giving the other girl a wide grin as she did.

"I'll make you some ramen later, too!" she said. She did have to make up for tackling her even if it had been helpful... and besides, ramen was the best way to make new friends! ... For that matter, when they caught this other guy, she'd make him some ramen, too! Maybe not as special ramen since he was a criminal and needed to learn not to do criminal things before he got the really special ramen. So it would just be some simple ramen that was still delicious, amazing special ramen would be a reward for learning that you didn't need to go sending robot soldiers to pick up your supplies!

... Speaking of the robotic knights, they were closing in on her again. As a robot herself, she understood that they were probably programmed to be pretty single-minded. Also as a robot, she was certain this was all they were programmed for. Hopping up to her feet and back, her cannon flared to life as she fired on one of the knights as it swung an axe towards her, blowing its head clear off its shoulders with a whirring sound and a beam of blue light.

With a dull roar, her boosters activated once more and quickly took her out of reach of the remaining robots. After all, once they captured the supercriminal, the robots wouldn't be an issue...

But first...

In spite of breathing not actually being required, Kiko took a deep breath. Such behavior was ingrained in her, programmed from the start to make her as human as physically and mentally possible. That big robot was attacking the other hero... she hadn't made it past D-Rank, but...

"Boost lock!" she said. The lights on her armor flared up, and her boosters promptly locked up, holding her in position in the air. The position of each emitter adjusted to compensate for any impacts or recoil that would come to her, as her armor prepared for what was coming next. She could feel vibrations along the armor over her right arm, leading up to the cannon as it began to heat up. At least, more then it already had.

"Target lock!" she declared. Immediately a readout played over her eyes, holographic sights spawning and circling the barrel of her cannon as aiming systems flared to life. The huge robot was distracted trying to hurt her fellow hero... the readout in her eyes displayed its coordinates as she took aim.

"Charging ten percent, twenty percent, thirty percent..."

Of course, Kiko was vulnerable as she diverted power into her cannon. But she wanted to make sure she took down that huge robot in a single shot, so they could detain the criminal...!

For a D-Class hero, Kiko had relatively high power. However, she was unskilled and naive, to say the least, and power alone did not make a great superhero. And so Kiko was placed in D-Class, so she could learn.

She hoped she'd learned well.

"One Hundred Percent Charged!" she declared. The light building at the end of her cannon flared brightly, the holographic readouts contracting around the barrel. "BLUE BUSTER, FIIIIIIIIIIIRE!"

The light erupted forward, a thick beam tearing towards the huge robot with a roar of noise. She wasn't sure if it would actually take the robot down in a single shot, but she could hope...!

@Raineh Daze

The detainment method may not have been lethal, but it sure hurt! The Hairy lady was really rude for 'Hero' she thought as she awaited back-up. It was embarrassing being brought down so easily, it would not help her reputation back with the clan. "You know smoking is bad for you and the environment? And boy do you smell bad, like, really really bad." She said as the Hairy woman lit a cigarette. Trying to get a rise may not have been the best, given hoe little leverage she had at the moment, but it did serve a purpose. It would be funny to see a Hero lose their temperament, but keeping the attention on her, and not the incoming reinforcements, was the objective.

It didn't take long for some figures in coats to begin appearing interspersed in the crowds. Some in close groups, others in farther groups, and a few on top of nearby buildings. Each had a weapon they would use to get Irene out, direct threats to the Hero and holding the crowd hostage. The plan was no-doubt come up with by her second in command. The members remained hidden for now, not confronting anyone until it was time to strike.

@Xiphonic@Raineh Daze


As soon as the monster falls to the ground, limp and lifeless, the crowd cheers as Buster-Fist gets up from its sliding position. They call out his name, cheering and celebrating his victory over the notorious Crocokill. It made Ellis feel proud that he saved the day again, especially for that little girl. However, this fight wasn't over yet. He looks to the south to find that other battle still raging on. Or well... what's finally left of it. It was the battle between Radical X, a newcomer hero that he'll find out to be Alice Marlowe, and the unknown villain who was known as "Irene", who happens to be in a "hairy" situation.

Buster-Fist makes a quick wave to the crowd as he walks towards the second action at hand. He would tower over the heroes, especially over the captive villain as he looks down at her and everyone else.

"I take it everything is under control here yeah?" he says looking at Radical and then back at Irene, "And you mate, what do you think your doing teaming up with that bloody croc freak I just took care of?"

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@GingerBoi123@Infichi


Just as Terror-Wing was going to squash Ken with his weight, he suddenly felt a light whack on his back, which would be the trash can that was chucked at him. It didn't faze him too much, but it did allow him to swoop away at the very last second, which caused Ken to avoid some brutal damage to himself. Now Terror-Wing was flying lower to the ground and was preparing to finish the heroes off. No more playing around, it was time to finish this. He then turns around, making a tight u-turn as he rushes towards Ken. However, the hero also seems to have something planned up his sleeve too. Ken planted one foot on the back wall of the alley and launched himself off the wall, towards Terror-Wing. Even as the creature began firing shots at the hero, all Ken does is use his left glove to block the incoming shots. Even as one grazed his right shoulder, and another one grazed his left shin, he still keeps on going! With a mighty roar, Ken launched an overhead right hook for his attack, and at the same time he activated his overload.

"Overload Punch, times 5!"

Terror-Wing also roars as the two powerhouses collide. In just a few seconds, the hook would ripple through the villain's face, causing some actual damage towards his facial region. He was definitely going to feel that for awhile. However, even Terror-Wing doesn't let this opportunity pass him by. At the same time, he issues an uppercut with his right first, striking Ken's chin. It would be slightly weaker compared to Ken's power, but would also cause some damage to him as well. Yet as soon as Terror-Wing was hit, he was thrown back meters across the alley way at a slightly diagonal position until slamming into a wall and being rippled across the various others. He then tumbles onto the ground and barely gets back on his feet as he comes to a stop. Such power! This was a hero he was mean't to face. He grins as he cracks his jaw back into place, ready to strike again.

Market District

“Hut-tut-tut-tut-tut-tut— keep off!” Hiroshi wildly exclaimed as he quickly retreated away from the armored men. He bruised as easy as a banana, so getting hit by a roaring truck contained in one man was on the bottom of his to-do list. His lack of dexterity saved him from what could’ve been a broken nose as he tripped over his own feet and fell back onto the ground. Hey, a brief smack against the concrete was much more favorable than propelled metal in his opinion.

Being saved for a brief moment wasn’t enough to stop him from panicking, though. This big guy was right on top of him now! His mental grip on his tools fell, and so too did they as they harmlessly bounced off the ground. “Aw— Son of a…” he murmured. He made a quick search of his surroundings and opened his hands out to a few rather hefty chunks of concrete left strewn apart by the shockwave. “Go away!” he shouted at the enemy above him as he flung the chunks straight at his head.

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Port District

"I'll make you some ramen later, too!" the other hero yelled from above.

If someone was to offer Aya food, well she would gladly accept it.

"Yeah, you better! And it better be a good bowl too!" Aya yelled back.

Once the ice had melted sparks flew from the robot's feet, causing it to come to a spastic halt.

"Bingo!"

Just then, the robot's large arm came swerving towards the hooded lady. Her eyes widened in shock.

"Damn it, a big oak like you can still move after that?!"

There was little time to pull out her green can of absolute protection (even though it wouldn't have been strong enough anyways), so she would have to settle for the white one. Flipping her arm upwards, Aya created a wall of ice, thick enough to soften the impact of the deadly swerve. Her reaction wasn't quick enough however, causing her to be hurtled into a crate along with pieces of the broken wall of ice.

"Gah–!"

Years of almost breaking her spine countless times and failing to jump over roofs when parkouring for fun mad Aya quite used to these types of injuries. It still hurt like hell though.

"Ugh… Stupid robot… If that kid manages to sneak away again I'm gonna be more than a little pissed."

What she failed to realize though is that she was always more than a little pissed. Especially when the famed Techmaturge would make his annoying little escape.

"Boost lock!"

Aya glanced up to see the robot girl hovering above herself and the crippled machine. What was she planning on doing?

"Target lock!"

Wait… Was this what Aya think it was?

"Charging ten percent, twenty percent, thirty percent..."

Oh no. Oh Hell no. It was just like in the cheap DVD movies with shitty CGI that Aya decided to buy because, well, they were cheap.

"Hey now, you're not actually…"

She wasn't going to trick herself anymore.

"Fucking hell, are you mecha genderbend Goku or somethin'? You're gonna kill us all!"


"One Hundred Percent Charged! BLUE BUSTER, FIIIIIIIIIIIRE!"

Aya scampered off as quick as her not-so little legs could take her. The blast was relatively big, just as she had suspected. The woman was thrown forwards, flipping over once and landing on her back. Again.

"Well… that should teach little Val somethin'."

@VitaVitaAR

@Lmpkio@GingerBoi123

Kamen Usagi let out a deep breath, there wasn't much else he could do here, nothing sane at least. He knew that SUPER was on the way and that was about all he could do. "Or... is it..." He looked around for something, there was some AC units and a few random assorted items... "Not really much I can do at all." He rubbed the back of his head, come on! Think Usagi think! there had to be something! Something he could use or do! Wait... "These places are all abandoned right..." He dashed down a floor into one of the rooms, sure enough, there was some old furnishings. "Wellp... I can throw a couch at him..." Throw really wasn't the word, more like... Drop.

So, He did, Kamen began to drop random debris from the upper floors... Help or Hindrance, he didn't know yet..

"You mean that inhaling poison is bad for you? I'm so glad that you managed one display of intelligence today," the victorious hero said, taking a drag and shrinking the flaming hair... an odd process that seemed to start from the ends, leaving no flames left. Though the insult reminded her more of a five year old, and made no sense because she wasn't even close enough to smell, Irene's voice was getting rather grating.

So she just fashioned one of the restraints into a gag. Simple, efficient, and it preserved her insanity as the other heroes caught back up.

Not looking away from Irene--at least that way anything unexpected wouldn't mean an escape--she listened to Buster Fist's clanking. It was finished, did he really have to stay in that bulky thing? "Everything's finished this end, too. We just need someone to arrive and pick this idiot up."

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Demonstrating that today was apparently quite an exciting day for the supervillains of the world, a research facility in the heart of the city was under assault. It was a strange choice to come under attack--cell regeneration, mostly--but of some interest to Maria. On top of that, it was just one branch of a much larger group focusing on all aspects of the border between the living and the dead. This one, in particular, was picked simply because it was the closest and relatively least guarded, as it didn't have direct offensive applications.

Though nobody had been killed, yet, there were rather a lot of broken bones to go around, and a request for help had been sent with a basic description. It was probably a good idea, as the blast doors left over from a previous use for the facility had been hacked through.

The Undying Silence herself was standing in front of the lead researcher, blade in one hand, note in another. The passwords. Give them to me.

From what she'd learned through the underworld, their research was nearing a breakthrough, yet still not appropriate for its intended purpose... which was fine. She didn't care about the intended purpose. The failed version would give heroes more practise at killing things that wouldn't die; they might learn something.

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The Crusader Bot had been distracted by the prospect of trying to hit Aya. That, combined with the fact that it was also shorting out from the water, made it extremely vulnerable to a powerful attack. The beam of blue roared across the port, enveloping the robot in a blast of blue. Almost immediately, an explosion followed. When the smoke cleared, a sparking, singed robot was left in its place, although it was still—despite all odds—standing. The giant was briefly stationary... before shutting down and falling to the ground. The amount of sparks increased ten-fold, followed by a series of explosions - none of them quite large enough to reach anyone without them having been particularly close already. Needless to say, the robotic giant was defeated, and with its defeat, Valence’s detainment would surely follow...

...

Well, it would have followed. From submarine, a voice could be heard. It was the recognizable voice of the young genius himself.

“You killed my robot! That’s it, you’re OFFICIALLY on my to-kill list!”

Somehow, during the charge up of the Blue Buster beam, Valence had managed to make his way back into the submarine.

“Stupid heroes, This is not over!”

As he said this, the submarine gradually began to submerge back into the water, poor paint job and all.

“I’ll definitely be back!”

...He probably wouldn’t be back any time soon. Not at the port anyway; he had only managed to escape with some materials, not nearly as much as he had wanted to obtain from the attack on Ginmura's harbour. The submarine had fully submerged itself at this point, disappearing beneath the rolling waves. If you listened closely, it might've been possible to hear Valence stomping on the floor of the submarine in frustration.

In other words, it was a clear victory for the heroes—and SUPER—yet again.

Kiko only realized that Aya was closer then she thought after she'd fired. But she was certain she wouldn't hit her fellow hero. She had to try and get the best lock she could, and... and she'd make the other hero an extra-big bowl of ramen to make up for scaring her! And indeed, she relaxed as she saw the robot go through an impressive series of explosions before collapsing in a wrecked heap.

"... We did it!" she declared. Kiko had done what she'd intended, helped her fellow hero and take down that giant robot! Now for... oh. He was running away. But... Kiko wanted to try and talk to him again! It seemed like he'd take a lot of convincing, but... surely she could make him see what he was doing wasn't right and there were better ways couldn't she? The heat and whirring inside her cannon lowered considerably, becoming a dull hum before going silent. Her boost unlocked, her targeting readout vanishing from her eyes... And then the exhaustion hit her. Pouring all that power into her cannon had taken a lot out of her.

Slowly, Kiko lowered to the ground, her internal energy cells depleted considerably, though not in a threatening manner at the very least. She still had plenty for regular operation. As her feet touched the ground, her armor shimmered and vanished, leaving her in her bodysuit.

"Uwaaah..."

The robot girl flopped to the ground.

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Port District

“Stupid heroes, this is not over! I’ll definitely be back!”

"Damn it, he's getting away! Hey, robot chic, where'd you head off to?"

Aya scrambled to her feet, searching the wrecked port for the mecha genderbend Goku that had literally saved everyone's asses. She was also on the lookout for that blue haired runt and his minion machines, but finding the girl who had promised to make her ramen was her first priority. If that would make her lose her job then at least she would get a bowl of ramen as a fuck you and your useless spray paints send off gift.

"C'mon, it's hard enough to find Val hiding behind these boxes, I don't need you joining in the act either!"

Then, once Aya reached the edge of the port where the poorly painted submarine had been, she saw Ms Mecha Goku sprawled out on the floor. In a slightly confused panic, the woman rushed over and knelt beside the knocked out girl.

"He-Hey, you all right there?" she asked, eyes wide with shock. She continued to shake the girl in a rather violent manner.

Suddenly, an idea popped into her head. Well, two ideas. The first idea was to do what any other person who had no knowledge whatsoever on fucking battle robots would do.

Beat the hell out of it.

"Uh, are you awake yet? Is your circuit fried or something?" Aya questioned, literally punching the robot in hopes that it would spark to life again. Shake, slap, punch, repeat. Hey, that actually sounded like her mother's morning routine when Aya wouldn't get up for school.

A few hits and sore fingers later, the girl still lay dead still in front of her. Her second idea, and probably the most sensible, would be to use some of the paint from her yellow can to electrify the girl back to life. That's how they did it in those hospital based movies, right?

"Well, this better work…"

Grabbing a yellow can from her bag, Aya began to spray.

The woman immediately regretted it.

Instead of seeing the robot spark back to life, the woman saw a yellow splodge on its cute little face. This probably wasn't the right yellow can.

"This isn't the right yellow can."

Standing up, a colourful flurry of swear words summoned up a storm in Aya's mouth. This was obviously an extremely expensive robot, and she had just sprayed on it with unremovable spray paint. Well, it was removable with a lot of soap, water and time, but the fact that it was on the most noticeable part of the body made her rage. It was either Aya dragged the robot back to her apartment to wash the paint off or be accused for vandalism by whoever made this extremely convincing robot.

Lifting the robot onto her back, Aya staggered back to her apartment. The only thing she was hoping for is for the robot girl to finally wake the hell up.

@VitaVitaAR

It wasn't precisely a full shutdown, but firing off a powerful cannon like that had, well... it wore Kiko out. On another day, perhaps, it wouldn't have been nearly as big a deal, but today was only a day before her standard checkup and recharge session. She wasn't running on empty, but using an extremely power-consuming weapon had probably not been the most clever of ideas. And so, to explain it in simple terms, the blonde robot girl was out like a light as the other hero varying slapped her around to try and awaken her and then sprayed her with paint right on her face.

And then picked her up. Kiko was thankfully made out of a lightweight alloy, but this didn't mean she wasn't heavier then she looked. Still, probably much more manageable then if she had been made of something else. This still meant that the trip back to Aya's apartment was a somewhat slower one then one might originally think. Kiko did not wake up.

Well, at least not until the pair stepped through the doorway of Aya's apartment.

Kiko's systems, now finished recovering from her decision to fire off such a powerful weapon at low enough power that she had to "nap" for a bit to conserve energy, jolted her main AI awake.

The girl opened one green eye, rubbing it. Even being groggy after sleep was part of her programming.

"Mnnh...?" she blinked several times, "... Wait... this isn't the institute..."

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A totally not suspicious apartment

The girl was much lighter than she expected, seeing she was a robot and all. It was almost scary how technology was continuing to grow at an accelerated rate.

Still, Aya was worn out from her encounter with Valence. Her back felt kinda busted and she had just managed to muster up enough energy to flop the unconscious robot girl onto her sofa. Sighing, Aya sank into a chair, throwing her hoodie across the living room.

The woman glanced around. It was a relatively nice apartment, but nothing too showy either. Enough rooms, an okay kitchen and a bathroom that came without the dodgy toilet problems. One of the rooms would lead to Aya's little work place; a colourful room stocked with canvases and every single art product you could imagine (sort of).

"Ah, it's good to be home," she sighed. After narrowly avoiding a robot's kamehameha blast Aya deserved a good ol' nap.

But first, the robot girl.

Darn it. She was still soundly asleep. Maybe she could use this opportunity to clean that yellow spot off her face…

After rummaging around the cupboards of her bathroom, Aya came out with a bar of soap, a bucket of water and a simple cloth. If this girl was like Valence's non waterproof robot, then the woman was going to be in even more trouble than she already supposedly was.

"All right, all I gotta do is rub that paint off…"

"Mnnh... Wait... this isn't the institute..."

Aya leapt back in fright as the little girl's green eye popped open. She'd never dealt with a brain dead humanoid robot before, so seeing it wake up so suddenly was kind of overwhelming.

"Wait… What… What the fuck?"

Throwing her cloth to the side, Aya crossed her legs. Good news was, the robot lady was indeed alive. Bad news was, she still had that paint on the side of her face. If she had stayed asleep for another hour or so Aya could have sent her out the second she opened her eyes.

"Uh… yeah. This isn't an, er, institute. It's my apartment. Yeah. My apartment."

Stop it, Aya. The least you'd want is to embarrass yourself in front of Ms Mecha Goku.

Wait, didn't this robot promise her ramen earlier? Maybe boiling an instant cup for the two of them would do for the moment. Aya didn't want to risk burning her kitchen again. Hold on, could this thing even eat?

"I'll just, uh, go make us some ramen then! Well, if you can't eat then it's no problem… I'm kinda hungry anyways. I'll be back in a bit, just hold on-"

The bucket of water she had placed on her wooden floorboards earlier met Aya's feet, causing her to topple over into a soapy puddle. The woman cursed under her breath, trying to lift herself off the floor.

She still had to make that ramen, though.

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@Infichi@Lmpkio

It connected! It actually connected! Ken landed a solid punch on Terror-Wing! Unfortunately, the small victory was short lived as Terror-Wing traded blows with the hero pretty brutally. This was the reason Terror-Wing was A-Class. Ken got floored from the villain's own punch, and he was very lucky he didn't come off worse. It seemed that the simultaneous punches had very similar effects, and Ken had to pop in his own jaw. With a smirk, he heard footsteps from above. He looked up, spying Kamen Usagi blindly dropping a couch onto the alleyway. The couch seemed to make it's way towards Ken himself, which forced him to dash forward. Ken looked up and was about to scold him, until an idea hit him. "Kamen, get me some ammo!" He requested, hinting for the E-Class to get more miscellaneous objects. It could actually be Ken's turn for some distance fighting. He turned his gaze to Terror-Wing and assumed a traditional boxing pose. "That all you got!?"

@GingerBoi123@Infichi


As Terror-Wing looks up with a grin, he sees a couch fall from one of the buildings, almost hitting Ken. It must be Kamen's doing. While he would go up and take him down, he was simply too far away and realizes what they may plan to do. It was then that the giant-armed hero taunts at Terror-Wing.

"That all you got!?"

His eyes slant as he issues a distorted growl.

"Try me!"

And with that, he begins to fly straight at Ken, firing yet another volley of plasma energy balls at the hero.

Slowly, Kiko sat up, blinking, before letting out a yawn. It was another behavior programmed to make her more human, of course. She rubbed her eyes again and peered at the girl who had toppled over. Quickly, she got to her feet, still clad in her combat bodysuit, and leaned down. Aya had gotten all soapy and wet when she fell, which wasn't good at all! Sure, Kiko wasn't entirely sure what was going on, still groggy after her nap while she was carried back, but she knew that this was a fellow hero, and that she needed some help. The robot girl reached out and carefully pulled Aya up onto her knees, before stepping back.

One notable fact that the other hero would definitely be aware of is that Kiko felt remarkably fleshy. Her artificial skin was warm like a human's would be, and it felt indistinguishable from human skin insofar as most people could tell. The robot girl smiled sweetly at Aya.

"You don't have to make the ramen," Kiko said, cheerfully, "I'm really good at it, so I can go do it!

Kiko sprang to her feet, making her way right to the kitchen. After her nap, her energy levels were plenty for making ramen. Fighting, not so much.

@Lmpkio@GingerBoi123

Kamen Usagi let out a sigh, "Don't go bossing me around." He grumbles, moving through room to room and tossing out the random assorted bits of furniture that he could find. There was a lot of the stuff that'd just been left behind. It was like a junkyard dream! "Hmm Let's see here." He looked at the fridge that was resting on its side in the apartment, it wasn't going to fit through the window, but the balcony... yup! He pushed it to the ground and across the floor and right out of the balcony! "Incoming you jerks!"