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Vous's dainty little wave would do little against the solid build of the droids around him, especially with the 2Bs taking the brunt of the force. He wasn't fighting against mobile turrets; these droids knew how to fight. As the wave was lauched, one of the large 2Bs moved in front of it with its own massive shield and blocked the smaller droids from the attack, only suffering negligible damage in the process.

However, before further retaliation could be made against V, the canister rifle shots were fired at the droids on the east side. Between one and two dozen droids of varying types were splintered with the fragments. Out of dumb luck, most of the 1Bs not immediately by it were saved because 2Bs were aroudn to take the brunt of the damage; any that had been in the immediate area were ravaged and downed offline anyway. There were no organic beings besides Vous in the area. The flee-bots wouldn't get very far in doing much with the droids besides shutting them down. The moment the droid programming detected any kind of attempt to redirect its software or hardware, the droid would simply go offline and lock out anything trying to reactivate the system. Too much tampering would result in self destruction. Those droids that had managed to escape damage and infection quickly fled away. They would be able to return to work later. For now, Vous would be left to plummet from the air.

Mugiri continued to misunderstand that he wasn't in any spot to care about honor. Mastema didn't really care what the man did in the fight as long as it was actually practice. "Use whatever you feel necessary in a fight; honor hardly has a place in real battle. If you worry about your dignity too much in a fight you probably will not last long enough to care. However, let other people spar first before you take another bout."

Upon Mastema's statement, Slayer added his own: "Well is there anyone else who would like to participate?"

"Oh yeah," Zeno added, "I'm up next. I've been waiting for this." Without even waiting for anyone else to say something, Zeno was walking towards the street to do battle.

Slayer blinked and watched the warrior, glad to see Zenogais enthusiastic about something again but confused about what his plan was. "Ah, very well, Zenogais, but who will be your opponent."

Zeno simply jerked his thumb over his shoulder, back where he'd come from. Simultaneously, a beep would be heard from Proto as the bot raised its hand. "Ah," was all Slayer could think to say. "Then.... let's get started." The prospect of the normally stationary doorman fighting against Zeno was a little farfetched to Slayer.

Within a minute, both Proto and Zeno were on the street, about ten meters from eachother. Zeno was armed with Fuuraiken and whatever insidious devices he had inside his body. Proto had, seemingly, only his standard large shield on his left arm and a melee sword in his right hand. Of course, Proto would normally use a rifle, but sword training would prove much more valuable. Zeno didn't feel the need to use a shield right now, feeling it would only slow him down and clash with his freehand sword style.

Mastema stood by idly, more than anxious to see how this unusual fight would turn out.

The only reason Proto wasn't instead focusing on helping his robotic brethren was because he couldn't do any more. They had already begun to retreat and there was no obvious target to go after. He was watching over the other droids and giving them any commands which might be more efficient. It was his intervention that had saved some of the droids from Vous's wave attack. Furthermore, Proto could tell from the fact that some of the downed droids had self destructed that they were being overtaken by the bots released from the second canister. The flee-bots would succeed in disabling a few self termination devices; however, the second half of drones they moved on to would seem to detonate before the bots even got inside. Proto was remote detonating them, knowing they were unable to be saved but still capable of slowing down or stopping the swarm of small bots.

So this is how damned droids danced, zombiefication of man's souless mockeries. Proto would have the pleasure of seeing his fallen brethren spur to life, though much of it wasn't to their own accord. The swarm needn't the actual programming of the unit to make it move, even as they connected and aligned themselves, growing like a black fungus within the fell droids. They would move the droids limbs by the sheer motivation, causing a jerky-like movement at first as they rose from their positions.

The other drones that were remote-detonated were of little consequence. The drones that fell therein would be destroyed, and those bits of the swarm were off-shoots in excess to that which had taken the dormant ones. Much like with any zombie, many of the useful traits of the host were lost to the virus eating and consuming, and in turn motivating it.

Not that the swarm expected Proto to cry, but the Hive Mind did expect Mas to be a bit pissed off that the swarm was doing all in it's power to march a few of his droid designs back towards he who would teleport them away from the area and into an elusive factory.

Voustant layed lifeless ontop of the dome. He didn't seem o move but he was very much alive. He opend his eyes and saw that he was stairing up into the sky.

He let out a small laugh and a cry of the pain. "Hmm guess that's what I get for attacking something I don't even know of."

Voustant tried to sit up but was in to much pain to move. He slammed his head back against the dome making a loud thud sound.

"God what the heck was I thinking, also how did I bring out that power."

Voustant then remember that his blade was no were in sight. He tryed to pull himself to get up and see if it was anywere around him. But he couldn't move.

"Great now I have no weapon and im stuck up here."

*Silence would be the only answer, much like an animal in the wild it did not appear to speak in any translatable language, though it could make sounds other than the loud drumming, Slayer and Tyrsais could account for that. They had afterall heard the creatures cries one night and followed them to it, in an old building. However it seemed that it had no reason to make a sound as it stood. Whether or not the creature was truly lonely only it knew for sure*

???: ............

*Meanwhile at the spar between Proto and Zenogais, it was a first round knock out. Proto seemed outclassed but overall seemed alright so far. Hopefully the 'definition' of spar wouldn't need to be quoted durring this match, as much as it was needed in the last*

Yuri would chuckle sudden, smiling to himself strangely. "Of course, you can't talk. Sorry, I suppose I'm the lonely one here, talking to you like this." He would suddenly let out a small laugh, the first one he had given for as long as he could remember. "Sorry. I'm sorry for laughing. I'm... pathetic, aren't I? Acting like this....." He would smile softly, though it would seem he was sighing on the inside....

And just as quickly as the creature had arrived, it was gone, leaving Yuri sitting there for a moment. After a few moments of sitting there with a strange smile on his face he stood up, dusting himself off slowly. "See you around...." he said softly to where the eye had been before heading off down the street once more, feeling better than he had before as he walked along the empty streets....