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The rocket aimed at him was a familiar sight and he just let out a growling laugh, tail lashing out behind him in utter anger. "Flashover," he spat, disgust and venom dripping from the name. Instead of running away from the Audio, he ran straight for him.

Leaping up into the air, flames came from the bottom of his boots and his wings spread out to their full length. Soon Forte was gliding over head, canon arm ready and aimed at the flesh bag. He hadn't flown before, but it wasn't hard for a bot when his programming was redone to fly. "Maybe you'll end up in a charred mess on the ground! I'm going to rip you limb. From. Limb."

With that, Forte fired one shot after another at Flashover.

As bots made their way inside the building, things quieted down outside...a bit.

Magnet was still spinning his way through the waterway. Top seemed preoccupied with one of the rebels, and a few other forms were scattered about.

Sheep though, he had the grand honor of tripping one of Flashover's -favorite- things. Fire. The gel he used on Bass had been silently oozing out of a nearby barrel for a while now, and all of a sudden it erupted into a ball of flame right near Sheep, just narrowly missing him. Had he been a few steps further on his path, he would have gone up in flames himself.

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Spark was practically radiating electricity at this point. The volts he currently had coursing through his body were at a ridiculously high level, but thankfully he had been built to handle just that. Usually he was a rather friendly (if not confused) ally to the other bots, even offering to help them with a quick charge if they needed it. Now though, that same charge was aimed to -kill- anyone who came near him.

He let out a very mechanical -screech- as Crash divebombed him, one drill going into an electrode. Which, horray for -stabbing- his arm...and yet at the same time Crash had just stabbed right into the things channeling all that electricity. With a loud CRACK, it dissipated between the two bots.

And then the damned BUBBLES hit him, and Spark went down under the combined attack.

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"Those -aren't- my brothers. They are my troops. Ones that I have -trained- and I am quite certain they can manage to smack around a few cowards such as Flashover and his crew."
Sorry, he didn't hear Rock or X down there. The other bots weren't directly related to him, only the Children of Light were his brothers or sister.

Still...for all that he snarled and demanded to be left alone, the fact that here they were, calling out to him and trying to rescue him....

It was giving the exhausted bot strength.

"And I hate you. You and every other SPINELESS citizen who doesn't have the ability to stand for themselves. And don't feed me some bullshit about how Flashover is making the City a better place. It's all a ******** lie and if you are too stupid to see through it you clearly aren't worth the time to explain it to."

Proto had little time for -bullshit-, especially from a pup who had no idea the true cruelty of the world around him.

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For ******** sake, when did robots learn to fly?! Flashover had taken off running the second Forte leapt into the air, using his knowledge of the layout of the building to his advantage. Run this way, dive that way, anything to avoid the rapid gunfire aimed in his direction.

"The only ones getting ripped apart today are all you bots."
He triggered what he could, multiple small explosions going off along Forte's flight path. It wasn't much, but -flight- was not something he had really prepared for.

The fire from the trap crackled menacingly, but offered no further obstacle once Sheep avoided it. The path to the waterway was clear, nothing else springing out to attack him.

Magnet, however, was still spinning away in the water.

They learned to fly when Wily actually gave him an upgrade. It came with adjustments to his core, and you know what? He felt great. Fantastic. Never better. He still felt like himself though.

The explosions going off on his flight path did very little. Just as he got over Flashover, he dropped down and aimed to land on him so he could punch that stupid face in. "Don't recognize me, you stupid flesh bag? Think we all look alike? Maybe if I set you on fire and listen to you scream in agony. Maybe that'll jog your memory!" A punch was definitely aimed at Flashover's face, just not with his actual hand. No, it was his gun hand and combined with a shot ready to go off if it landed.

....Wait. What?!

Flashover had rolled out of the way, the bot crashing to the ground where he had been just seconds before. It was getting harder and harder to stay just one step -ahead- of him. But he had to, because apparently SOMEHOW that stupid -s**t- General Bass had survived. Though given how different he looked..apparently not -much- of his original form survived the attack.

Useful knowledge. Next time, make sure he's entirely offline before walking out. Ugh.

"You might not all -look- alike, but you certainly all act the same. All slaves to that scientist, where is your master now General?"
He tossed a few smoke bombs at the General before taking off again. He needed distance, and so far he was having a hard time getting it.

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For a moment his attention had been drawn from the idiotic youth before him. Proto's ears perked as he heard someone else down there fighting. Flashover's voice, for one...but also........was that Bass?!

"BASS!"
Oh, he'd give a little tail wag..if his tail wasn't currently dead. Still! Bass was here!...How the hell though, he was so damaged...

He could hear Crash down there too, and Bubble, what he thought was Quick...so many of them had come! The rebels just didn't stand a chance, no matter how many traps they pulled.

"I am not an -adult-, I am a robot. One who has been online a grand total of five years, so to you all I am likely a kid as well. Sometimes bots -do- stupid things. You know why? Because you all program them to do so. It is mortals who are the cause for all your sorrow, not bots. I did -nothing- to you, but hate me all you want. I will gladly hate you in return."

Proto snorted, glaring death over at the other Audio.

"I am willing to bet that Flashover will simply toss you away when you are no longer a use to him. You're a slave to his mad schemes, and nothing more."

It was a relieved robot that finally made it to the waterside. Sheep had been patting at various hotspots on his wool along the way and would be glad to get some water on them before they flared into fire again. But something wasn't right, there was more of a tingling going through him than his usual static could account for and it was getting worse the closer he got to the water. Then he spotted something red and white spinning in the center of the water... Wait was that...? It was Magnet. "What the....?" Sheep scanned the area and noticed the copper piping; he couldn't help laughing a little.

His own troubles forgotten for the moment Sheep focused on trying to figure out a way that he might help. Hmmm maybe his static bolts would interupt the flow through the copper enough for Magnet to get out of there. With a nod he focused his attack on one set of the copper tubing. "I hope this works," he said before yelling to get the other bots attention, "Maaagnet!"

One moment he was snarling at the little rebel looking over him.
The next he was suddenly freed from the magnets and cradled in large metal arms.

Proto's first reaction was fear, and a quick jerk as he tried to grasp just WHAT had happened. But ears perked when he heard son, and the exhausted bot fully relaxed in the arms of Light's mech.

"...D-dad?!"
His father had actually come to the battle for him?! And not only that, but he built some crazy mech suit to do it? What?! Proto was having a hard time processing this all.

Though something was still screaming at him to get up and go into battle. He just couldn't will himself to do it, not with how close his core was to shutting down.

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Spark was quickly enveloped in the bubble, safe and sound inside it's protective barrier. He was -not- going to be happy when he woke up. Likely wouldn't be until Wily got his hands on him and undid whatever it was Flashover and his followers had done.

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Was one of the staircases booby-trapped? Yes, yes it was.
Actually -both- of them were.

Simultaneously both staircases ignited, due to being coated in that flammable gel that Flashover was so fond of.

Crash let out a startled yelp as the staircase he was walking on went up in flames, the bottom of his feet coated in that gel now. The robot master ran the rest of the way up, figuring it was better than going down and just stamped his feet around, dragged them on the floor at the top of the stair case in an attempt to put out the fire. God damn that Flashover! "This is what Flashover used on General Bass! Stamp your feet, drag them!" The paint on the bottom of his feet was already melting off. This was not cool.