By the shore, The Evil Cyborgs stood at a firing distance. They aimed their laser guns and prepared to fire.
Commander Number 3 stood in the back and observed. "Humanity has kids fighting their wars. How pathetic," he commented.
Away from the boat, Hafen clenched his teeth and concentrated Telekinesis. He raised his arms.
Thousands of laser guns floated into the air.
Multiple cyborgs held onto them and hung with surprise.
Hafen sneered and announced, "Now's our chance. Go!"
Stark and Matteo charged with a yell.
Meanwhile, Commander Number 3's eyes widened in disbelief. "There has to be something wrong with my scanners," he stammered and became serious.
His scanners alerted: DANGER!
Commander Number 3 glanced up at the sky.
A mechanical eye hovered around.
Commander Number 3 contacted Number 7 through his communication device. "Number 7, who did I send earlier to deal with these leftovers?"
"Number 8 and his squad, sir," Number 7 responded.
"And what happened to them," Commander Number 3 queried and searched around the battlefield.
Number 8, motionless, laid on the sand. His adamantite body was dented and charred all over. His systems were fried as water leaked out.
"Number 8's body was crushed, and he was defeated. We already retrieved his consciousness, sir," Number 7 reassured.
"Good. It would have been a shame to lose an elite cyborg so soon," Commander Number 3 muttered and frowned. Analyzing his foes, he deduced, "These kids have a lot of power to bring one down."
In the background, an almost robotic voice ordered, "Tell him to be wary of them. They are the ones who defeated Zombie Queen. The Exalted One wants them alive, but I don't care. Kill them if you desire it."
"My sister could take them on," Number 7 suggested proudly.
"Let's test her since you believe so. I'll send her in," Commander Number 3 affirmed.
At the same time, Stark and Matteo reached The Evil Cyborgs and fought their way through them.
Two cyborgs lunged at Stark.
Stark grabbed their heads and smashed them together.
Cyborgs pounced towards Matteo.
Matteo spread fire out of his hands and melted them.
Afterwards, Stark looked around.
More cyborgs approached them.
"We have to get to Pepe," Matteo asserted.
"Let's do our coordinated technique, Bulldoze, just like we did earlier," Stark urged and flexed his entire body.
Matteo nodded and rushed behind him. He extended his arms and pressed his hands on Stark's back. His hands, still hot, burned through his brother's military uniform and seared him.
"Ah, you're burning me," Stark yelped and staggered forward. Matteo's handprints were imprinted on his back.
"I'm sorry. I didn't realize. I guess I'm used to the heat," Matteo apologized with a stammer, and he blew on his hands.
Stark furrowed his brows and grumbled. He walked back to him to attempt it again.
Matteo got into the same position and prepared to run. Energy pulsed throughout him. "I'm ready. Go," he notified and stared down at their legs with a focused look.
Stark flexed and hardened his body with energy. He hopped slightly and bent his knees.
Instantly, Matteo sprinted forward in high speeds, shoving his brother forward.
Stark braced and squinted. His hair and head band swayed intensely. He reached out with his fists and lifted his feet higher into the air.
Stark's and Matteo's Bulldoze pummeled through hordes of cyborgs.
Any cyborgs in their way launched into the air.
Cyborgs on the side struggled to catch them. A gust blew them away.
Stark gazed around and shouted, "To our left!"
Matteo swiveled in a curve and pierced towards Pepe.
"They're so fast," a cyborg commented and swung his head as they passed him.
A gust pushed him down.
A female cyborg with long silver hair, Number 6, stepped in front of him and stared at Matteo and Stark. Her blue eyes tracked their movements. With a focused glare, she got into a running position. Energy burst out of her.
On his bum, the cyborg looked at her and muttered, "Number 6, it's so good to see you." He chuckled with relief.
"Don't talk to me," Number 6 warned in a cold tone. She sprinted off blowing sand behind her.
Partly buried, the cyborg sat in awe.
Running at extreme speeds, Number 6 became a blur. She ran behind Matteo and steadily caught up to him. She grasped his vest.
Matteo felt a slight nudge and peered back. "How," he stuttered in shock.
Number 6 smirked and yanked him off the sand and away from Stark. She ran a U-turn and continued in the opposite direction.
Stark noticed his descent to the sand and panicked. "Matteo! Faster! I'm falling," he pleaded. He planted his feet to the sand. Due to the sheer momentum, he spun forward and bounced off the sand. His limbs flailed around. With a mouthful of sand, he rolled and slid far.
Number 6 threw Matteo and slowed down to a halt.
Matteo gasped and crashed. Sand burst into the air. He rolled out of it and groaned in pain as he stopped.
A group of cyborgs jumped on him and pinned him.
A stomp connected with his abdomen. A kick slammed against his waist.
Matteo grunted in pain. His eyes and mouth opened wide. He spewed fire out of his mouth and burnt them. His stomach rumbled.
However, another wave of cyborgs loomed over him. They held his arms and legs down.
One of them grabbed a handful of sand and stuffed Matteo's mouth.
Matteo coughed and spat it out. He made a face of disgust. "Sand is not in my diet," he complained.
Number 6 paced towards them. "Break his limbs," she sternly ordered.
"Yes, ma'm," the cyborgs obliged and crushed Matteo's arms and legs.
Matteo squealed in agony.
From afar, Hafen witnessed it and gritted his teeth. He breathed heavily and suffered a headache. He shook it off. "I have to let the laser guns go. I need to get in there and help," he muttered. He lowered his arms and ran.
Thousands of laser guns fell from the air. A couple of them hit cyborgs in the head.
Simultaneously, the cyborgs backed away from Matteo.
Matteo laid limp and panted. His limbs were contorted.
Standing over him, Number 6 crouched and punched him in the face. Blood spilled out and smeared her fist. She wiped it off and grimaced. "Disgusting brat," she murmured. She lifted him up and noticed Matteo's healing. "Interesting," she commented.
"It's my secret technique, Regeneration," Matteo asserted with a chuckle and struggled in her grasp. His hands melted her arm.
Number 6's eyes widened, and she let go. She stepped back.
Matteo lunged and hit a rapid flying kick to her chest.
Number 6's mouth opened agape, and she rolled back. She snapped back to her feet.
Matteo charged towards her and threw Embers.
Number 6 dove to the side.
Matteo ran around and kneed her in the face.
Number 6 staggered and leaned back.
Matteo spun around and kicked her away.
Number 6 slid on the sand.
"He's moving so fast. I can't aim at him," a cyborg, holding a laser gun, stammered.
Other cyborgs watched in wonder.
"Someone trained him well," Number 6 mentioned and rubbed her cheek. She retorted, "But there are still a few flaws in him." She pressed her hands against the sand and groaned in fury. Energy flowed through her body, and she flipped back to her feet.
Matteo clenched his teeth. "I must take this one down, or she'll just get in the way," he murmured to himself.
In an instant, Number 6 became a blur.
Sand swished away.
Matteo's eyes opened impossibly wide.
Number 6 reappeared in front of him. "All techniques have their weaknesses including yours," she claimed and threw a low kick with her left leg.
Matteo stepped back and evaded it.
Number 6 lunged and swung her right arm. She punched him in the side of the head. With a series of different combinations, she rapidly punched him in the face.
With each hit, Matteo's regeneration became more delayed.
Number 6 struck an uppercut.
Matteo lifted off the sand due to the sheer upward force. His body suddenly convulsed with energy, and flames burst out.
Feeling the heat, Number 6 reacted quickly and jumped back.
Matteo landed on his feet and wobbled. His flames dissipated, and his chest heaved. He shook his head and regenerated. "How are you so fast," he questioned with a frown.
Number 6 narrowed her eyes. "Your senses and reactions are extremely slow. You can't keep up with someone else who's fast," she pointed out and took a deep breath. In a flash, she appeared behind Matteo and bashed him in the back of the neck with both hands.
Matteo gasped. His eyes rolled back, and he slumped forward onto the sand. He laid unconscious.
Hafen narrowed his eyes, and he loomed closer.
Commander Number 3 has sent the fastest of his army, Number 6, after the last members of The New Heroes. Number 6 unexpectedly knocked out Matteo. Will he recover or is he down for good? How will Hafen fare against this fast merciless foe?