Asgardian Reunion (Old Friends) @ 05:38 pm
voluminous_heir:
"Fall, foul machine!" Hrolf cursed as he got another successful trike against his robot adversary, Despite various cuts, sparks coming off the wounds, it showed no signs of getting weaker. It unleashed a barrage of bullets from a turret on its right arm.
"Damnation!" Hrolf dodged behind a car. He had come across the machine attacking some manner of science training hall. Hrolf had been on Midgard for some time now, but he was far from knowledgeable about everything. There had been few mortals present, and they had since fled, so Hrolf had no concerns about anyone getting hurt. However the robot was proving a most obstinate enemy. Hrolf considered perhaps calling one of his Avengers colleagues, but he KNEW he could best this thing!
He darted from his makeshift cover, bringing both his axes to bare in attempt to cut at the ankle of the artificial warrior. The robot reacted with speed worthy of an Asgardian when it brought a blade of its own to parry the strike.
"Pity you have no soul or ego," Hrolf gritted as the blade locked between his axes. "I would have enjoyed some banter."
"Fall, foul machine!" Hrolf cursed as he got another successful trike against his robot adversary, Despite various cuts, sparks coming off the wounds, it showed no signs of getting weaker. It unleashed a barrage of bullets from a turret on its right arm.
"Damnation!" Hrolf dodged behind a car. He had come across the machine attacking some manner of science training hall. Hrolf had been on Midgard for some time now, but he was far from knowledgeable about everything. There had been few mortals present, and they had since fled, so Hrolf had no concerns about anyone getting hurt. However the robot was proving a most obstinate enemy. Hrolf considered perhaps calling one of his Avengers colleagues, but he KNEW he could best this thing!
He darted from his makeshift cover, bringing both his axes to bare in attempt to cut at the ankle of the artificial warrior. The robot reacted with speed worthy of an Asgardian when it brought a blade of its own to parry the strike.
"Pity you have no soul or ego," Hrolf gritted as the blade locked between his axes. "I would have enjoyed some banter."
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