Wolfgang Sturm:
Seeing the ugly robot-man raise his arm cannon, I grind my teeth, cross my arms, and brace for the worst.
"Hit me with everything you got, you ugly, half piece of junk!"
However, before he can fire, the girl suddenly slides in front of me, her trash lid shield already risen.
"Get behind you," she yells.
"No," I shout, reaching out and grabbing her. "Get behind me!"
"Arghhh!"
Hearing screaming, I look up and see robot-man crying while covering himself with his other, non-arm cannon hand.
"Arghhh!"
Screaming again, I see something hitting and bouncing off his head. Hearing another sound, like a motorcycle, I turn and see someone in a mask and orange and purple armor, holding a blaster in his hand.
"Hey," the person yells, firing off a few more rounds that hit robot-man and force him to fly away. "Can we join the party, or is it invite only?"
Skidding to a stop, the smell of burning rubber hitting my nose, I see two more weirdos appear. The first one is also riding the motorcycle with the masked man. A kid, barely any older than the girl, with orange hair and a red jacket. The second one is a medieval knight in bright red armor.
"What kind of city am I in?"
"Ms. Justice," the purple and orange man yells.
"SharpShot. SpeedBlade. You two are here? And who's that?"
"Who's that?" The purple and orange man, SharpShot, I guess, nudges at me.
"Hey," I yell, "I would really hate to ruin this meet and greet, but in case you all have forgotten, Ugly Machine Man and his robot buddies are trying to destroy us!"
"My name is Cannonfire," Ugly Machine Man yells, "And I won't just destroy the two of you. I'll destroy you all!"
With that said, some of the machines turn away from us and toward the trio. While SharpShot pulls out a second blaster, and SpeedBlade pulls out a sword with a shining blade and golden handle, the third guy, the teen with orange hair and a red jacket, swings his hands. Fireballs form in each of them. Slamming his hands together, combining the fireballs into one massive one, the fireball then transforms into a longsword.
"Incredible," SpeedBlade says.
"No way," Ms. Justice says, her eyes shining almost as bright as the orange longsword.
"Again," I start, "What kind of city am I in?"
SharpShot:
Looking at the dozen robots, half of them stomping toward us, I raise my blasters and look at Simou.
"I am really glad I ran into you tonight," I say.
"SharpShot," Simou starts, gripping his fire sword. "I'm not saying I won't help you and your friend, but I have to know. What exactly did I get myself into?"
"I would honestly tell," I reply before one of the robots aims its hand and fires a blaster at us.
"But I don't know! Move!"
Pushing Simou out of the way, I run around and fire at the robot. However, my rounds don't do anything to it. Neither can SpeedBlade.
I watch as, using his super speed, SpeedBlade holds up his sword, with the tip pointed at the closest robot. He then charges toward it, but just like my rounds, he bounces right off and hits the street.
"Ahhh..." he moans, holding his head. A robot with a blade for a hand walks toward the downed SpeedBlade. It raises its hand before slamming it down.
"Ahh," Simou yells, jumping in from the side. Swinging his fire sword, Simou cuts the robot's arm right off! The entire arm falls to the ground, the end still orange and melting. Simou grips his sword with both his hands before throwing his sword directly at the robot, the blade embedding itself in its chest before falling over. A few seconds later, the sword disappears, the wind picking up little specks of fire and carrying them away.
Swinging his hand and summoning another sword, Simou turns to SpeedBlade and offers him a hand. SpeedBlade looks at it for a bit before taking it.
"You have my thanks, fire swordsman," SpeedBlade says after getting back on his feet.
"Uhh, thanks, I think. You can just call me Simou."
"Hey, fire swordsman," the man in the green hood yells, "Red knight! Stop chatting with each other and help us, darn it!"
The hooded man swings his hands right and left. From where I'm standing, it looks like he is clawing through a robot's leg. In less than a minute, the leg is cut clean off, and the robot falls to the side. Even though the robot is down, it still fires the massive blaster on its wrist.
The hooded man crosses his arms before he is hit. He screams and is thrown into the air before landing with a painful thud. Smoking, I thought he would stay down.
"No one could have survived an attack like that. Especially at such close distance."
I roll my eyes as the hooded man literally pushes himself up and dusts himself off.
"Tonight is just full of surprises."
Hearing something, like a bunch of fans, I look up and see a literal android on a flying platform.
"Okay," I say, raising my blasters. "I'm guessing you're the one controlling everything. Well, buddy. It's time to knock you down a peg!"
I fire a few rounds at the android, but just like the robots, they bounce right off.
"You call that firepower?" The android laughs. "Ha! This is real firepower. This is CannonFire's power!"
Raising his blaster arm, Cannonfire lines up the shot before firing. Barely having time to jump out of the way, I ignore the ringing in my ears and turn around.
"Oh, that's bad," I say, seeing a giant hole in the street where I was standing just a second ago. Pushing myself up, a shadow quickly climbs over me. Looking behind, there's another robot lifting one of its feet over me.
Before it can crush me, three arrows hit its chest. Exploding and knocking the robot back, I smile and turn forward.
"SharpShot," QuickShot yells, "SpeedBlade. Ms. Justice! We found you!"
QuickShot takes a step toward Ms. Justice but is pulled back by JumpStart as a robot, this one with one blaster on its shoulder, steps in front.
"Uhhh, SpeedBlade. Ms. Justice. What is happening here?"
"We shall explain everything to you and QuickShot later," SpeedBlade says, raising his sword as a robot with a sword swings it down. "For now, fight with all your might!"
"Will do," QuickShot says, loading more arrows into her bow while JumpStart reaches down and pulls out his batons. QuickShot fires her trick arrows while JumpStart charges toward one of the robots. Jumping onto its back, JumpStart stabs his batons into its neck before electrocuting it. Jumping off the robot as it drops to his knees, JumpStart looks around.
Ms. Justice:
Looking at JumpStart and QuickShot as they join in the fight against the robots, I couldn't believe it.
"They're all way," I think. "SpeedBlade. JumpStart. QuickShot. They're all here. They came, and not just them. SharpShot is here, too. Along with Simou, and...him."
I laugh when I realize that, even saving my life twice, I never ask for his name.
"Ahhhh!"
Jumping when I hear yelling, I look and see the hooded man lunging at a robot. With his claws, he scratches and leaves four bold cuts in a robot's head. The robot stumbles to the side before he shoots one of his hands out and fires another lightning bolt.
"Will you pay attention!" The hooded man yells before walking up to the robot. He pulls back his hand before throwing it forward, his hand going through the robot's armor and into its back.
"Hey," I shout, raising my trash can shield. "What's your name?"
"What?"
"Your name. What is your name?"
"Kid, we are in the middle of a fight! Why are you asking for my name?"
"Because I want to thank you!"
"What?"
"I want to thank you for saving my life. Twice."
The hooded man freezes and looks at me.
"Wolfgang," the hooded man answers. "My name is Wolfgang Sturm."
"Wolfgang Sturm. My name is Ms. Justice. Thank you for saving me from that truck and again from that robot."
"Don't mention it," Wolfgang replies, clearing his throat. "Seriously, don't mention it again. To anyone."