Maverick tensed and growled at the sight of the green haze, her muscles automatically beginning to tighten in order to strain against it. But wait--she could move, even when it seemed the robots had the magnets working full-blast. Looks like she could resist it with just a little practice!
”Hah! Nice try, assholes! Looks like Papa Bear’s the only guy with any actual power.“ She rolled her eyes when he started spouting some more bullshit about surrendering, like
that was gonna happen.
”Yeah, sure, I give up! Go ahead and drag me off, I’ll go quietly. Right after I’m done SCREWIN’ YOUR MO--“THOOM. Four smaller particle beams shot from their hands, pummeling her squarely in the chest and stomach and cutting her burning retort short.
Maverick was sent tumbling end over end through the rest of the building, her inertia sending her halfway into the street behind it, leaving behind a deep trench of broken concrete and asphalt.
God, these robots are assholes. Her costume was blasted up to shit now, miraculously still covering her essentials but leaving her abdomen and ribs bare and charred slightly. The robots came floating out of the hole she left, hands glowing once more. Like hell was she gonna let herself get caught by a blast like that again.
The closest of the robots was about ten feet off the ground, a distance she closed in short order. The sheer added weight sent them both cracking into the street, Maverick poised well enough to wrap her legs around its chest and shoulders, using her smaller stature to curl in and twist out of the way just as the other robot shot off two more beams. Her fingers found the plates under the current robot’s jaw and chin, attempting to wrench its head off--at the very least pull off something important.