It's SadoMasoPedoRoboNecroBestiality!

[whoneedssleeves]

Who: Rospark, Galleons and YOU!
When: All week long!
Where: Anywhere in Gotham!
Summary: Rospark is gay for murder (and also male children), hates women and has been ordered to go on a murder spree.
Rating: The worst one.
Warnings: SadoMasoPedoRoboNecroBestiality and everything below that on the moral scale.

Comments

[whoneedssleeves]

Galleons aren't particularly smart, all in all. They're smarter than simple robots, but they lack the brain power to really think. They simply follow out the directives they are given in whatever way they can; far from the ideal soliders, but very effective none the less.

And their current directive was to attack on sight, which was exactly what they did; two of them turned a corner to see Alex on the street, and instantly lifted their gun arms to start rapidly shooting baseball sized spheres of energy at the god. Pew pew!

[outofpoptarts]

Alex swore, dodging the blast, reaching back to draw his sword. His lips curled, giving a small laugh. "Oh good, target practice. I'm probably a little rusty," he said with a smirk, making a run for the robots with Grasscutter raised.

[whoneedssleeves]

The pair of Galleons didn't move from their position, but constantly and rapidly fired. They're fairly accurate, each shot at chest height and uniformly on target; but their reactions are slow when dealing with quick targets, meaning that for most of the approach, they were firing at where Alex was and not where he was. Which meant that the god could get into range with little risk if he didn't stop moving.

[outofpoptarts]

He took several hits, clipping his armor, but he kept moving and dodging, running in a sort of zigzag. He got within striking range, and abruptly turned, using the wall to kick of and help him jump behind one, taking a swipe with Grasscutter.

[whoneedssleeves]

The Galleon didn't stand a chance. It was sliced in two easily, the pieces holding in place for just a moment before it exploded, leaving nothing but a tiny crystal. The second robot whipped around and opened fire at point blank in retalitation.

[outofpoptarts]

Alex fell back, skidding across the ground, and gritting his teeth, but seemed undeterred, rolling and pushing himself back to his feet, ducking behind the nearest bit of cover to catch his breath for a moment. "You shot first you know. Don't get all indignant."