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Proto -had- been sitting calmly on the outskirts, watching as the Snipers did a routine sweep of an area. Really, it was nothing new, and they hardly needed his supervision to do so. Which was good because he wasn’t actually out here -to- supervise. The injured bot had simply taken up a seat to watch because it sure beat moping around the Tower all day. This was Quick’s group to train.

At the sound of the twig breaking, the helmeted Audio shifting his gaze to look at who had showed up. He -almost- expected Joe…….and was rather shocked to see it was Seven instead. The Snipers heard the twig too, and quickly rounded to get their guns aimed at the Citizen.

A sharp whistle cut through the air, Proto shaking his head at the group of Snipers. They followed their General’s unspoken order, quickly lowering their weapons.

They were still -ready- though, should it come to that.

....Sometimes there were simply no words to describe the antics of the Citizens.

OR the Masters.

"Quick, unless Wily has suddenly developed technology to give us stomachs I highly doubt you need that sandwich. So why don't you give it back to it's owner, rather than using it to bait Citizens."

Proto simply eyed the scene from his perch atop a pile of rubble. At one point it had likely been a rather grand building. ....Today it served as a nice seat for him.

"He is likely upset you actually walked up to him...it's not like any of us are used to Citizen's bothering to stand for themselves."

Proto gave a slightly irritated snort at the thought. Lazy sacks of flesh couldn't be bothered to do -anything- cept cry for a Hero to save them---- He shook his head, giving another snort. Don't dwell on it now, Proto. Not when you had...company.

The General kept up his position on the rubble, watching as the poor Snipers ran off in a vain attempt to keep up with their trainer. Poor drones would likely be running all day. ...Really, Proto hardly cared.

"I strike without hesitation in battle, it does not mean I don't feel nervous about things."

Battle was in his programming. It was the entire reason he was built. Well....that and to be a son to Dr Light, but he never had a chance to serve that purpose. No, fighting was his calling. He had been 'born' with a gun in his hand, something the other Masters didn't dwell on all that much. ...It bothered Proto, if he did. Exactly what would happen to the combat robots if there was no need for them in the future?

See..plenty of things for him to be nervous about.

Not that one could tell, Proto's face still showed his usual slight frown.
"The more you do so, the less nervous you will feel."
Was that encouragement to continue standing up to the Robots?

"Flashover will be surprised, I am sure, but we'll just have to see who gets to him first. I told Quick to punch him in the face if he sees him..so I expect that will be the first 'gift' Flashover receives from the army."
Proto just grinned a bit. He sure hoped he was there to see it, or that Quick at least told him in detail just how that little encounter went.

"I do believe Bass had words for him. Or maybe fists, you never can tell with Bass. Then there's me and hopefully something will be left of him by the time I find him."

But if not? Oh well. Flashover was trash anyway.

At Seven's coward comments, Proto tilted his head and just watched him a moment. Hrm...the City was full of enough cowards. Seven wasn't a -coward-..he had the nerve to follow Quick here after all. AND he was talking to Wily's General like an old friend. No, he wasn't a complete coward, he just didn't know how to fight.

The red general finally rose from his seated position and strolled down the rubble. His path took him right up to Seven's face, where he simply held his position and stared at him from behind his visor.

"Cmon, throw one good punch at me. I'll let you."
He moved his good arm off to the side, showing he had no intention of striking him back. ....Well, at least not first.

Huh. The hit was...pretty good. It, in fact, actually did move Proto back a single step. So, there was that.

But there was also the fact he still wore quite the smirk on his face, and he had moved his own hand into a fist. The punch came fast....and just to the side of Seven's face. Proto's goal wasn't to actually hit him, just show how quick a robot could react. It was a warning, if you were going to start standing up to the bots...you had to be quicker.

He also seemed to be leaving himself open for an attack. An invitation to continue this little spar perhaps?

Don't think his name too hard Seven, you might summon Bass from the depths of hell. ...Or the tower, whatever.

But ah, Seven had taken the bait. Smirking, Proto let the hit connect (cmon, he was a robot, it wasn't like it was going to hurt much), and quickly dropped down to swing a foot out at Seven's legs.