Peter and Nina both panted, their breaths catching in their throats. Their clothing was ripped to shreds, and their bodies were battered. Nina's skin glove was nowhere to be found.
"I think--" panted Peter, gasping for breath, "The robots… I think they're down."
Nina looked up from the floor, her hands on her knees, steadying herself. Her eyes caught Peter's glances, and they both smiled innocently (odd for two individuals in their lines of work and investigation).
"Let's kick their motherfucking heads off," she snarled, adrenaline kicking into overdrive.
"Fuck yeah!" yelled Peter as he and Nina ran into the room with the robots and kicked their fucking heads off with karate chops and hits with their ankles.
After all of the robots were dealt with, Peter and Nina looked at each other, unknowing what to do. Suddenly they embraced, feeling as though this action was what they should have done all along.