Las stood there awkwardly, gripping situated sifu's staff tight, eyes wide in shock as the shattered machine parts lifted into the air.
Broken plates, cables, joints—all of it moved.
They drifted past him, close enough to brush the air by his fur, floating like they had their own will, all of them pulling toward the same point.
And there—right in front of him—something began to form.
Slowly.
Piece by piece.
A huge body took shape… then arms… then a head—growing larger with every second as the scraps snapped into place, locking together with sharp metallic clicks.
Two massive black metallic lizard legs begin to take shape.
Each foot locks into place with three curved claws, forged from razor-sharp iron—hooked like bent knives, cruel and deliberate.
The knees and calves hiss violently.
From the outside, thick steam bursts out, the metal around the joints glowing as if it's been pulled straight from a forge—red-hot, breathing heat.
Inside the legs, electric currents surge, racing upward and downward in violent pulses.
The energy spills out through the soles, erupting in clouds of steam mixed with purple lightning—crackling, crawling—until the entire leg is wrapped in a haze of heat, electricity, and humming mechanical rage
As the legs finish forming, the components move in perfect sync, snapping together to build a black metallic torso.
The structure rises from the abdomen up to the shoulders, plates and parts sliding and locking side by side, pulled together like magnets, sealing into a solid, imposing frame.
While the outer body takes shape…
—inside, at the very center—
a round, transparent glass sphere forms within the torso.
Suspended inside it, purple electrical particles ignite—tiny, luminous charges racing in rapid circular paths around the sphere's interior.
At the core of it all rests a triangular nucleus, sharp and precise, its surface dotted with glowing red lights.
The nucleus draws power from the spinning electrons, pulsing brighter as they orbit faster, feeding it continuously.
From the sphere's exterior, four thick cables extend outward—
one up, one down, one left, one right—
each channeling raw energy from the core, distributing it through the entire body.
The power surges outward, flooding every metallic component, causing the black armor to hum faintly—alive, charged, and waiting.
The outer metal plates slide over the core, sealing it in, until a fully formed mechanical lizard body stands complete.
The construction continues downward from the shoulders, flowing along the arms toward the hands—layer after layer of metallic skin locking into place.
The armor is forged from dense metal fused with hardened steel, built with enough raw strength to shatter five massive boulders without slowing.
Each hand finishes forming with four razor-sharp steel claws per finger—edges so precise they could slice iron like paper.
The palms hiss softly, dotted with small vents that release bursts of steam in slow, controlled breaths.
The arms begin to move.
Mechanical joints rotate, plates shift, and metal slides against metal, producing low, deliberate industrial sounds—smooth, calculated, restrained.
Inside, the core's current surges, feeding power through the cables, flooding the arms with energy.
The hands flex.
Alive.
Heavy.
Ready.
As the full body of steel and metal locks into place, the remaining pieces surge behind it—assembling a massive tail.
It connects at the lower torso, fusing to the belly, and forms segment by segment—each section clicking into the next with a deep metallic clunk, like a spine being forged in real time.
The tail is pure hardened steel, thick and heavy.
Around it, in perfect circular patterns, rows of metal spikes emerge—each one twitching as electric current crawls along the edges, snapping in brief flashes.
At the very end, the tip finishes last.
A sharper, deadlier point extends outward, curving into a hooked shape—like a blade being drawn from molten iron.
Then it shifts.
The tip rotates, faster… and faster… until it becomes a drill-like knife, spinning with a violent mechanical whine—an edge curved like a weapon, twisting like it wants to carve something apart.
As the body finishes, the last remaining fragments rise—pulling together to form the head, starting from the jaw upward.
The jaw locks in first—long, sharp, predatory.
Piece by piece, the structure climbs, shaping the mouth… and as the final plates slide into place, the mouth settles into an ironic grin—a cruel, mocking curve—revealing a perfect row of razor teeth, aligned like they were measured and forged with obsession.
Then the eyes begin to form.
Two cold, frozen mechanical eyes assemble beside the snout as the nose takes shape—clean and precise, like a weapon's tip.
For a breath, the eyes are dead glass—
—and then they ignite.
A piercing violet light bursts from within them, sharp enough to feel like it cuts the air.
Inside the skull, something worse completes itself:
a flexible, egg-shaped mass, like a synthetic brain—rubbery, alive-looking—wired straight into the central core in the torso.
It starts to pulse.
Not like a machine starting up—
like a heart deciding to beat.
With every throb, it sends current surging through inner cables—cables that snake directly into the eyes—feeding them power, feeding them focus—
—granting the mechanical lizard the ability to analyze the space around it at terrifying speed.
Las tightens his grip on the staff, staring at the gigantic monster with a mix of excitement and fear as it towers before him like a living wall of steel.
The enormous robot slowly lowers its gaze and looks straight at Las.
The glow from its violet eyes is so intense that it blinds him for a moment. Instinctively, Las throws his mechanical right arm up in front of his face, trying to shield his eyes—
but at the very last second, he feels it.
Something is coming.
Pure instinct takes over.
Las throws himself sideways with a fast leap
and the violet beam tears past him, slamming into the iron floor and blasting open a deep crater in the metal.
-Las
What a hell is that ?
Bobo:
I added some new toys
Las :
"Did you bring me here to train me… or to kill me?"
Before Las can even finish the sentence, the brown fur on his body rises.
A violent instinct shoots through him.
He throws himself to the side again with another fast leap
and the machine's foot comes crashing down with brutal force, like it's stomping the ground in pure rage.
Bobo takes a slow, calm breath and says to Las:
Bobo:
"I don't think the robot needs to finish your training."
Las:
"What do you mean? Why?"
Bobo slips one hand into his pocket and pulls out a tiny electric pistol, barely the size of his little hand, then points the small weapon straight at Las.
Bobo:
"Why? Because if you ever turn your back on the enemy again… I'll finish the training myself.
Las turns back toward the robot, then suddenly leaps forward at high speed, sliding beneath its massive legs and moving straight toward the mechanical tail.
While still in motion, he slams his mechanical hand against the ground.
The palm releases a powerful burst of air, creating a sharp upward thrust.
The force launches him up.
Las flips through the air in a fast somersault—
—and lands on top of the machine's tail, directly behind its back.
The moment the machine realizes Las is on its back, it lets out a harsh mechanical screech.
With violent, jerking movements, it whips its tail left and right, trying to throw Las down to the floor.
But Las just laughs, mocking it.
He's hooked on tight with his good hand, his fingers dug deep between the machine's metal scales—
—and with his robotic arm, he hurls the staff in a sharp spinning throw, sending it flying like a frisbee behind the machine's head.
The staff slams into the machine's head with the force of a spinning blade, striking hard enough to crack the metal slightly and leave behind a small dent.
The staff, after striking the machine, whips back through the air and returns to Las's hand in the same spinning motion it came with.
The machine twists its head, locking onto Las, letting out harsh mechanical shrieks as it continues to thrash its body violently.
Las doesn't hesitate.
He throws the staff again toward its head—and at the same time, he starts climbing fast along its back, moving straight toward the skull.
The machine reacts wrong.
It focuses on the incoming staff—
—and just before it hits, it snaps its jaws shut, catching the staff in its mouth.
As Las climbs, he reaches the back of the machine's head—and with a sharp, inverted flip, he vaults over it.
For a brief moment, he hangs upside down in the air, staring straight into the machine's glowing eyes—grinning with cold, mocking confidence.
Then he shifts his body mid-air—
—and drives a side kick straight into its jaw.
CRACK.
The impact forces the jaw open, releasing the staff.
Las snatches it instantly.
As he drops, he swings—
—and strikes the machine hard in the chest, the blow landing with enough force to slightly fracture the metal plating.
The robotic lizard glares at Las, its violet eyes burning with anger.
It slams its mechanical foot forward, the impact echoing through the arena, then twists its entire body—
—and in one sudden motion, it lashes out.
The tail comes crashing toward him, massive and brutal—like a giant metal tree trunk lined with spikes.
Las doesn't have time to dodge.
He raises the staff in front of his body, trying to shield himself—
—but the tail hits with overwhelming force.
The impact blasts him backward, sending him flying—
—and he slams hard into the metal wall behind him.
Las slams into the metal wall with his back, right beneath the control room where Bobo stands above.
He drops face-first to the ground—unconscious.
Up above, Bobo watches, calm.
Bobo:
"Not bad… homo-Las."
A moment passes.
Las pushes himself up slowly, his body trembling.
Blood starts to drip from the corner of his mouth, falling in small drops onto the metal floor.
He takes a step—
—and it feels like each leg is chained down, heavy, dragging, like he's walking through weight that isn't there.
Step…
Step…
He lifts his head slightly, eyes half-closed, and looks up toward Bobo.
Las (exhausted):
"Could've gone better… if you didn't make this lizard so damn big and strong…"
Las keeps walking, forcing his body forward until he reaches Sifu's staff.
He bends, grabs it from the ground, and lifts it again.
Then he looks up—irritated, breathing hard—at the giant lizard.
The enormous machine laughs at him, mocking him with Scarface's voice, while its tail strikes the floor in a slow, rhythmic beat.
Robot Daddy Lizard:
"Ooooh… you got hurt, little monkey.
Come to daddy—daddy'll give you a hug."
Las tightens his grip on the staff, glaring at it.
Las:
"Now I'll show you, you stupid lizard."