Commander Number 3 stared at the destroyed landscape with a proud smile.
"Number 3, it's me," Number 7's voice communicated through a device. He informed, "We're ready, and we already begun with our prisoners. We still need more bodies, so our boss has new orders for The Evil Cyborgs."
After listening, Commander Number 3's eyes widened. He sneered and notified every cyborg about the new orders through the device.
Across the shore, Pepe and Number 4 circled each other.
Cyborgs approached and aimed their laser guns at Pepe.
"Stand back, everyone! This one's mine," Number 4 ordered and motioned them to get away. He looked back at Pepe with a wicked sneer.
The cyborgs lowered their weapons and stepped back.
Pepe narrowed his eyes and smirked. "Alright, big shot. Let's see what you got," he dared confidently and readied his fighting stance.
Number 4 growled and lunged at him.
Blocking a punch, Pepe threw a jab.
Number 4 swerved out of the way and connected his fist to Pepe's gut.
Pepe grunted and punched him in the cheek.
Number 4 stumbled back.
Pepe rushed at him with a fierce glare.
Number 4 swiftly raised his leg and kicked him in the chin.
Pepe flung into the air.
Number 4 jumped and grabbed him. He slammed him into the sand.
Sand blew away from them.
Relentless, Number 4 aimed his laser gun and fired.
Pepe rolled out of the way. He flipped back up and threw a punch.
Number 4 stopped his fist.
Pepe groaned in frustration and swung his other fist.
Number 4 grasped it, as well, and grinned.
Testing their strength, Pepe and Number 4 gripped each other's hands and pushed against each other.
"My sensors might be malfunctioned. Are you really humans," Number 4 queried.
Pepe's muscles flexed and radiated energy. He stepped forward, pushing his adversary back. "We are humans in flesh and blood," he declared.
Number 4 clenched his teeth and leaned back. He headbutted him.
Pepe entered a daze. His grip loosened.
Number 4 let go and kneed him on the chin.
Once again, Pepe soared into the air. His strained expression conveyed his pain.
Number 4 aimed his laser gun at him and proclaimed, "I will bring extinction to humankind!"
Just then, a giant gale of wind blew towards him and moved the sand, creating a sandstorm.
Struggling to keep his feet on the ground, Number 4 covered his eyes and slid away on the sand. He looked around on a large sand dune.
Pepe landed on his back and groaned.
Aaron stepped past him and leaned forward. He furrowed his eyebrows and blew harder.
Massive gales of wind came out of his mouth. Infused with energy, it dealt blows onto Number 4 and any cyborgs behind him.
Number 4's human flesh skin was cut, and he was pushed back. He grunted in pain. He regained his balance and scowled. He got on his hands and knees and planted them deep into the sand. He slowly crawled towards Aaron, resisting his technique.
Aaron's eyes widened.
As he got closer, Number 4 reached for his laser gun and aimed. He shot without hesitation.
Aaron flinched.
In the last moment, Lucius arrived out of nowhere and tackled him out of the way.
The laser still grazed his leg.
Aaron and Lucius fell on the sand.
Lucius got off and glared at Number 4. He pointed an arm, and his fingers shot lightning.
Number 4 was electrocuted and flung back. He dropped his laser gun.
Smoke rose.
Lucius panted and clutched his leg's wound.
"Are you alright," Aaron inquired and opened his eyes.
"Yeah," Lucius assured and looked back at him.
"Thank you," Aaron appreciated.
Lucius nodded. "Get back to the boat," he firmly urged.
"Let me help you. You won't make it with that wound," Aaron suggested with a worried look.
Lucius patted his shoulder. "Don't worry about me. This is nothing. I'll hold off the cyborgs, and make it back on my own," he reassured and teased, "No offense, friend, but you'll only get in my way."
Aaron was appalled, and his mouth fell open. Lucius was right though. Closing his mouth, he swallowed and relented. "Be careful," he cautioned.
Lucius gave a levelheaded nod.
Aaron got up and rushed to the boat. Using his winds, he moved faster.
Lucius got up.
Pepe recovered and stood near him.
Both stared at the cloud of smoke.
"This cyborg is in a different league than the rest," Pepe warned in a whisper.
Lucius murmured, "I know. He survived my attack without difficulty." He looked at his squad leader and pressed, "Go. Head back to the boat. Your life is more important than mine. I'll deal with him." He paced forward.
Pepe frowned and asserted, "Wait! I'm not going anywhere without you. Do you want to die out here?"
Lucius halted. He took a deep breath and thought about his question. "My comrades have always sacrificed their lives for me. It's now my turn to be the sacrifice for them," he declared with purpose.
"Huh? You're insane. I'll help you get back. It's my duty as your squad leader. Come on. Let's go," Pepe chuckled and insisted.
Lucius exhorted, "Go, Pepe."
In the smoke, Number 4, regaining his composure, communicated on his headgear, "Number 5, the brown-haired one is heading your way. Take care of that stray. I'll deal with these two."
Commander Number 3's voice intervened, "Leave the teenager to me, Number 4. He seems to be leading this outrageous attack." He paused and noted, "I already have the regular cyborgs taking care of the weak ones, too."
"Alright, commander," Number 4 obliged.
As the smoke cleared, Pepe and Lucius prepared themselves.
"All of you are different than regular humans! Such interesting bodies," Number 4 called out. He walked out with a malevolent grin. He stopped and laughed with delight. He exclaimed with wide eyes, "I will make you suffer, and kill every last one of you!" He lunged towards Pepe and Lucius. His hate was very apparent in his face.
Pepe touched the ground with his hands, and pillars of rock rose out the sand, impeding Number 4. With a serious look, he wrapped vines around Lucius' waist to him. Then, a single pillar of rock launched him into the air with his friend.
Lucius was startled, and his hair swayed as they fell from the sky. For dear life, he held onto the vines on his waist.
Lasers zoomed by them at high speeds.
Pepe gritted his teeth and attempted to create a bubble out of his hands.
Just then, a large shadow casted over the two.
Commander Number 3 appeared behind them and smacked them down, snapping the vine.
Separately, Pepe and Lucius crashed against the sand and rolled.
Lucius laid and stared at the blue sky. "I have to save as many lives as possible," he pledged. He coughed and sat up.
Number 4 approached from the distance. "Heh, this one's mine," he claimed to his comrades and gave Lucius a hateful sneer.
Lucius gradually stood up.
Number 4 lunged at him and punched his face.
Lucius stumbled back. His cheek bruised up. He retaliated and punched Number 4's gut. He elbowed his jaw after and followed with a kick. He winced in pain and clutched his leg. He shrugged it off.
However, Number 4, staggered back, noticed.
Lucius threw another punch.
Number 4 swerved to the side and jabbed.
Lucius leaned back and avoided the jab.
Number 4's eyes glimmered red with vengeance. He swung his back foot around and kicked the side of Lucius' thigh.
Lucius shouted in agony, and blood gushed out of the wound. Losing his balance, he fell towards the sand.
Number 4 grabbed Lucius' hair, stopping his fall, and kneed him in the face.
Lucius fell back, first and followed by his flailing arms with a thud.
Number 4 has overpowered Lucius. How will Lucius deal with such a vicious enemy?