Her eyes were the size of dinner plates as she witnessed the robots starting to really move now. They didn’t seem to have an objective in place other than destruction, which seemed strange to her. Mindless beast and destruction, that made sense, but these were robots. It didn’t matter. Just as she was about to move, she saw another man on the scene. He was running away from the commotion, but towards it.
“Must be another hero! Wonderful.” She thought to herself. It was always welcomed to fight with someone else. It made things go a lot quicker
There wasn’t time for her to take in who he was or give him the pleasantries. That slippery one smiled, then nodded at the gentleman.
Her eyes locked on to two robots that were buzz sawing the bank’s front walls behind one another. Without hesitation, Sahara trotted off her spare tire to get another running start, She swiped her arm to gather more liquid and leapt back on the spare tire. At the same time, she threw down the liquid in front of her path. The spare tire zoomed on the liquid and sped faster. The tired b lined her straight into the robot’s leg. Her actual contact with the leg was at a slight angle, causing her to bounce of him like a cue ball racing toward a robot in the back corner. The robot she hit, fell backwards, throwing it’s saw into the one behind it. The was a large boom from their collision and smoke.
In her mind, the battlefield was like a giant pool table and the moving parts were balls. SHe just needed to right angles to move people and enemies where she wanted them.
Next, she hopped her tire once she was close enough to the new robot, and gave it a hard soccer kick at 60 degrees into the wall beside her target. It bounced hard against the wall at a 10 degree angle, then into the robot. The lubrication from her foot made the tire extra bouncy causing the tire to repeatedly hit the wall then th robot.
“Good, That should keep him busy for a-” She said until another grabbed another one around her midsection.
It had a tight grip on her. Most people would have been worried about being in such a predicament, but not her. Once it applied enough pressure, she bursted out of its hand like soap. She hit the ceiling at 80 degrees and used her hands to brass herself and surfed the ceiling in a handstand.
“This...IS...AWESOME!”
“Must be another hero! Wonderful.” She thought to herself. It was always welcomed to fight with someone else. It made things go a lot quicker
There wasn’t time for her to take in who he was or give him the pleasantries. That slippery one smiled, then nodded at the gentleman.
Her eyes locked on to two robots that were buzz sawing the bank’s front walls behind one another. Without hesitation, Sahara trotted off her spare tire to get another running start, She swiped her arm to gather more liquid and leapt back on the spare tire. At the same time, she threw down the liquid in front of her path. The spare tire zoomed on the liquid and sped faster. The tired b lined her straight into the robot’s leg. Her actual contact with the leg was at a slight angle, causing her to bounce of him like a cue ball racing toward a robot in the back corner. The robot she hit, fell backwards, throwing it’s saw into the one behind it. The was a large boom from their collision and smoke.
In her mind, the battlefield was like a giant pool table and the moving parts were balls. SHe just needed to right angles to move people and enemies where she wanted them.
Next, she hopped her tire once she was close enough to the new robot, and gave it a hard soccer kick at 60 degrees into the wall beside her target. It bounced hard against the wall at a 10 degree angle, then into the robot. The lubrication from her foot made the tire extra bouncy causing the tire to repeatedly hit the wall then th robot.
“Good, That should keep him busy for a-” She said until another grabbed another one around her midsection.
It had a tight grip on her. Most people would have been worried about being in such a predicament, but not her. Once it applied enough pressure, she bursted out of its hand like soap. She hit the ceiling at 80 degrees and used her hands to brass herself and surfed the ceiling in a handstand.
“This...IS...AWESOME!”