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SHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHIT! Ohshit. Not good, not good at all. That metallic echo in the others voice made realization dawn in A'zam's face. He'd never met the General before now, but he'd certainly heard things. His companion had to be another of the bots that ran this place, judging from that metallic scream he'd let out at having a few drops of soda hit his precious cloak. And yep. That was a snarl directed at him, for sure. Well, if he was going to die or get his a** kicked, at least it'd be doing something right for once instead of hitting on the wrong person at the wrong time or looking the other way when bad things happened like this. He was tired of looking the other way and pretending things weren't bad. That had to count for something, right? He tries to force himself to stand up tall, squaring his shoulders back and tilting his chin slightly in a small bit of defiance, scared to death, but not willing to back down now. He'd committed himself to his actions before he'd even moved, after all. He was still trying to keep himself as a shield of sorts between the two Bots and Martin. He was angry, and scared, but determined, his tail bristling slightly behind him.

"What you're doing is wrong. And both of you know it. You're just a pair of bullies, picking on someone who obviously didn't want trouble." He pitched his voice loud enough that those around could hear him. How's -that- for some noise?

"Well would you look there, he has the nerve to stand and fight."
There was a hint of laughter in Proto's metallic voice. Not nice laughter either...more bitter sounding.

He just shook his cloaked head watching Bass go about terrifying the citizens. Well, if they had wanted to fight...Proto was pretty sure that will would leave them in a few minutes. That or his co-general just might blow it out of them.

Boom.

"Wrong? Wrong? I have quite a few stories about what's wrong with this place, and I'll tell you -I- am not near the top of the list."

The figure was shifting around in his cloak a bit, and seemed to be pulling something out... Weapon, maybe?

While A'zam had been staring at Bass after his 'proposition', he had no time to even think of attempting to dodge the fist coming at his face. s**t. Gonna hurt.... He felt himself lock up and go rigid, eyes squeezing shut and ears plastering against his head, bracing himself for the impact that was sure to hit and would hurt like hell as that fist came at him. And then he did what could probably be considered the third stupidest thing ever in his entire life. He attempted to kick up as hard as he could, hoping to nail Bass in a sensitive spot, preferably before his face got smashed in, but he was pretty sure he'd either miss completely or just land a glancing blow. And certainly not before he got hit. He saw, briefly, before he squeezed his eyes shut, that is, the blue male appear as if out of nowhere and throw... a notepad and a pencil.... right at Proto's face. Well, at least someone else was making a bit of a stand too? Now if only the one A'zam had been protecting could maybe take off or something. Preferrably before A'zam died trying to stand up for him.

Seven had one thing going for him. Though the weapon he had chosen was...not entirely effective (something heavier would have been better), General Proto did not currently have his helmet on. So when that notebook smacked him in the face...it really smacked him in the face. The cloaked form let out a bit of a yipe as his nose was smashed by the object. Damnit that kind of hurt!. Then a -pencil- bounced off of his glasses.

....Really?

Proto's ears pinned back with a snarl, tail lashing behind him. Well..the loud notebook thrower had already blown his cover. Time to put these citizens in their place. In one swift movement, Proto threw his cloak to the side. Yes, this was one of Wily's higher ups. Highest up, if you will, along with his face-punching companion over there. He would let Bass introduce himself. Though he currently didn't have his helmet, two things were clear.

Yes, this was -definitely- General Proto.
And.....he had really small ears. Like baby puppy ears. Seriously. It was almost hard to find them in the crazy mop of brown hair this bot had.

Wily's General slid the shield from his back, moving it to a position on his arm. If any more notebooks came flying at his head, he'd be prepared at least.

"You are all FOOLS. Do you REALLY think you have -any- chance taking the two of us on?! And for what, a spineless citizen who won't even stand for himself?! You lot don't deserve heroes! You HAD your chance to change this. This City doesn't want to change. Admit it, you're perfectly content with the way things are."

Proto tapped his shield with his gun arm, head turning this way and that to growl at each of the gathered Citizens.

"But please, if you'd like to prove me wrong and make a stand. Do it."

Somedays...he wanted nothing more than to burn this whole damn city down.
...And other days he really -did- want to see the Citizens make a stand. But he was pretty sure they never would.

SONOFABITCH! That fist hurts like hell! And not only did A'zam's face now hurt horribly from being punched twice his bare foot hurt. Ok, sure, obviously he hadn't been thinking clearly at all with that move. He shakes his head slightly, wincing, then glares over at Proto. Honestly at this point, he was just so angry that he didn't care if they were Dr. Wily himself. He hated this city, so much.

He spits at the ground at his feet, wobbling a little unsteadily.

"It's true we might not stand much of a chance, but I'm ******** tired of this city and looking the other way when bad s**t happens to people because of assholes like you. It was people like you that killed my older brother. I'm tired of running and hiding and cringing every time I turn a corner in this place. And watching you intentionally single out that poor guy was the last. ********. Straw."

He then glares back at Bass and snorts. "Ok, fine, I admit, that wasn't one of the most brilliant things I've done... I'll try to remember that if I happen to make it out of this alive. a*****e."

He frowns, clenching his right hand into a fist, and attempted to deck Bass' exposed cheek for all he was worth. At this point, he was so far deep in s**t creek, he may as well go all in at this point. It was unlikely anyone else would step in to help, but he was stubborn and determined and right now pissed off at these damn robots and this damn city. So the punch, while not used to fighting as A'zam was, did have alot of rage and anger behind it, if it managed to connect. He was seeing double, so it was possible that it wouldn't.

That comment about being hot seemed to pass right over Proto's head. Most likely because he was pretty pissed off....honestly it was for the better.

"I know nothing? -I- know nothing? I KNOW NOTHING?! No, I am afraid it is YOU who knows nothing about being trampled underfoot. I am -well- aware how that feels. Literally, in fact. It is not fun, in the slightest, to be left behind broken and dying while the people of this hellhole walk away and return to their lives like nothing happened. You have no idea what I'm talking about? Then read about this City's past, you'll see just how -stupid- of a statement that was to ME of all bots."

Something else was becoming clear...Bass was having a good old time punching people, but Proto was yet to throw a single punch. Instead he kept up position, shield at the ready.

Yet...it was well known he was a fierce fighter. Several propaganda posters would have one believe that Proto lived for nothing more than the destruction of everyone he came across. Hell, one of his nicknames Was Break! So why, if those things were 100% true, was he not physically engaging anyone?

"I had -nothing- to do with the fire or the destruction of half the city..if that's what your implying."
Proto growled, and when he made his next move...it was to actually kick the notebook back over to Seven.

Seven didn't break eye contact, not until he bent to pick up his notebook. He sighed, glancing to Bass and the pink guy as it seemed the two were in their own little battle. He looked back at the poor guy who was just getting food. Then he finally looked back to Proto...the blue male huffed before sighing...

"Ma always said, 'Never assume you know how the story ends' ....sorry, General Proto I assumed something based on the limited knowledge I had. I'll be sure to read up on things. Till then...I'm out." he said the last two words with a serious dead tone and a shake of his head. Why he got involved in the first place was beyond him. Walking around the side of the red male, the side not with the dueling males thank you very much. He walked a little ways away before stopping. The male looked back at the bot...s....yeah, he looked at both of them as he said this...it was more to Proto rather than Bass.

"From the stories my Pa told me, you have my respect in regards to fighting. From the stories I heard and from what I'm gathering from our little encounter, I think your owed a large amount of thanks. I an't much more than a pebble in this stream, but...Thanks. Maybe when I learn more...I can offer you more. But for now...take that."

The male walked away, flipping the notebook open to glance down and remind himself of what he needed to do before the night got any darker.

"Brilliant speech, flesh bag," he said, giving him something of a golf clap. Not like he really cared. This one was a moron. Bass usually liked flesh bags, but something about this one.. Nope. He didn't have to respect them all. It'd be case by case.

Snorting a little more, the robot continued to offer his cheek to the citizen and grinned when it connected and he felt nothing. Proto hit him harder, and he was a robot. There was a metallic noise when the fist connected and his head jerked to the side, but ultimately, A'zam would be hurt worse. His attention then went to Seven who also had a speech himself.

"Mouthy little shits," he murmured, snorting a little.

Did everyone have a speech?

"Proto, I swear to God if you have a speech too, I'm punching you."

Clearly Bass was uninterested in what was happening now. He'd grown bored.