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Terra hadn't come here to help Proto at all, or anyone really, he'd let the other little bots deal with that. So long as they didn't talk this Flashover first. Oh yes, Terra was sure that the tiny 'Protoman' like the little blue one, could easily figure out that damnable weakness of his, so when he saw the broadcast from the flesh being, he was shocked, and perhaps....a bit angry? No, he wanted to defeat the bot himself, but someone had done the work for him, no reason to be mad. He readied his weapon, entering the location that 'Flashover' apparently was.

That was why he needed to offer his own brand of 'thanks' he supposed.

Because all who could oppose him, expose his weaknesses, must be eliminated.

His head snapped around when he heard a mocking voice from one of the rooftops, nothing more than a slight narrowing of his eyes betraying that she’d got to him. He appreciated her willingness to show herself though- he was plenty ready to have a target to go after.

He’d only glanced down for a second, trying to dislodge one last stubborn bit of tire from his boot before giving chase, but that moment was apparently more than enough for his opponent to fire… something. Something that he wasn’t going to be able to dodge.

With the scrap of rubber still stuck in his wheel he couldn’t roll out of the way, or retract the wheel to run, so he resorted to throwing himself to the ground, arms up to guard his face.

The firework’s explosion, relatively minor as it was, still sent him bouncing a healthy distance along the pavement, surrounded by a shower of vivid sparks.

He’d probably have appreciated the spectacle, on a normal day.

Today, he just rolled back to his feet, finally dislodging the last bit of tire with a vicious yank, and scanned the rooftops once again for the enemy audio, one of his tops dropping easily into his hand.

Quick saw the door and smirked, 'Wide open...perfect...' he took off. His speed drive kicking into a whole new gear as he headed for that door. His mind had only one thing...Proto. His General. Someone he considered....

...Family....s**t. The bot gritted his teeth why the hell was that blue bastards word echoing in his mind. Quick pushed it away and went through the damn door.

Kin Zaon was laying in wait for anyone to walk into her chamber. It was dark and kind of ominous with a single light of a cigarette being puffed on. She was sitting on top of a crate, enjoying the sounds of chaos ringing all around her. Screaming, yelling, things breaking.

The sounds of victory. So she waited until someone seemed to loom in the hallway and just grinned. "Hello, hello," she called out, voice light and sing-songy. "Who do we have here?" Despite saying that, the girl made no move to actually get off her crate or turn on the lights. Instead she turned on a flashlight attached to her belt and shined it in Terra's direction. "Oh, the walking shrub I've seen."

It took Sheep a little longer to get moving as he added to his own static powers by stocking up on some more standard weaponry. He was quite happy to be one of the masters to actually have 2 hands to be able to use weapons that weren't built in. His static shocks were useful but took a lot of energy.
By the time he headed toward the coordinates he was well behind the others. "Well perhaaaps I can help be the cleanup crew." He had no doubt someone would reach Proto but they might need some extra assistance getting him out of there.

Having overseen the work on the repairs, Sheep was able to move quickly through the main City to the outskirts where the coordinates dictated. "Ok you stupid baaaastaards, one more bot joins the fraaay!" he baaaed growled as he entered the surrounding area that already looked like a war zone. He proceeded cautiously from that point knowing there were bound to be obstacles along the way.

"Proto!" Crash growled and looked at Spark with a hard glare before switching both of his hands out for drills now. He turned them on for a brief second, the screeching sound calming him down and making him grin.

While Spark was distracted with the bubbles, Crash attempted to run towards Proto's voice, up one staircase. He just hoped bubble would be okay with Spark. Well leaving Bubble there didn't feel right. So he tried to position himself so when he jumped he'd land on Spark's head and hopefully take him down. Three, two, one! Crash lept from the banister, drills whirring as he tried to grab hold of Spark, maybe stab him in the arms in the process.

"I don't pray, especially not because of scrap metal."
Oh, he hadn't recognized him just yet. Flashover was still 100% certain that Bass had burnt up to a crisp. Besides the -extremely familiar- headfins this bot bore little resemblance to Wily's former general. As far as he was concerned, the reused helmet design just proved Wily was running out of ideas.

Flashover announced his entrance to the battle with a rocket aimed at the newcomer. Though this particular model exploded before reaching it's target, a net bursting forth in an attempt to ensnare just -whoever- this jackass was.