G4's attacks were made of concentrated light. If the bigger shell had been built to withstand heavy impact that small one seemed to be suited for long-ranged strikes made of weaponry and mobility. Quite different from one another indeed. Layer within layer to force an adjustment if the fight lasted beyond the armour as it was happening. And it was soon made clear that those rays spawning from the circular indentations in the robot's shell were well above the average cutting lasers used in most things. Thicker, flexible, multidirectional but able to focus and orient. And they were all shooting forward, even the ones shot from the back of the ring-like mount around the round head.

People were running away but still well within the striking range. So he should strive to protect them.

Genos charged, dodging the beams, jumping upwards. They followed to his relief and strain. He was fast. But it was soon noticeable that it wasn't enough. Some avoidances were too narrow, scarring the metal, ripping the cloth off his body. Going up made G4 follow suit, aiming, focusing, narrowing the number of lasers he used, diverting the energy, feeding it into only those four, five beams, making them even sharper.

Finding the high ground on a telephone pole the cyborg scanned the area, searching for a way to pounce and strike. The first strikes had only scuffed him despite damaging the clothes. The others were clearly slicing though anything that was on the way. Mayu fought the same way, striking from afar, fast and hard. As soon as something got closer she usually got away by hopping. If that thing was built with a similar mindset... Knowing the connection now it was altogether possible that it had indeed been modelled after...

A second too late. Between search and reasoning his reflexes and inbuilt scanners and triggers failed to warn him of the incoming attack and were off by too much. Abandoning the post, watching as everything was sliced on his path as Genos fled for another spot cost him his right arm.

I have to get rid of those lasers… He reasoned, ducking into the nearest building, taking a breath, eyes narrowing, accessing the damage. or I'll lose my limbs before I can strike. Lost but still mostly functioning. He had not lost yet and refused to do so. He would not disappoint Sensei. Mayu on the other hand would be cross at him for being harmed. Not for too long usually but...

So how to disperse something that was both offensive and defensive especially considering his current condition. Get close and crush the source was the best bet but there was a bit of a hassle when approaching would get him sliced into scrap. A glance up gave the cyborg the first hints of a plan.

Light... Annulling the source of harm...

Quietude replaced the sound of the fight for a moment as G4 powered down, searching for the obstacle. His position was secure enough. Threats could not sneak upon its form. Visuals gave him no confirmation of the obstacle's new position. Changing to heat-seeking produced better results. Behind a solid wall that could hold the laser for a few seconds longer than the surrounding materials, thus giving him a couple more seconds to attempt an escape and relocation in case of a strike.

"Come down." It called out, locking on the position. Interferences of any kind should be swiftly disposed of. Completing the mission was the priority and the goal had been severely compromised as it was. "It's a foolish waste of time to worry about bystanders." G4 considered, readying the strike to end the nuisance. Target was locked. The machine hummed, priming. "I am only after King." It reiterated, blasting the nook into oblivion.

The sounds of a weapon ready to be unleashed were not unfamiliar. It usually signalled both the most dangerous and the most vulnerable moment of those using it. Waiting for that second, adjusting for the delay his system seemed to be experiencing by comparison, Genos timed both his jump and the start of his impromptu plan to take down a machine that had been custom built to take down the one that was acclaimed as the strongest.

Using the smokescreen he tossed the canister at G4. The laser shifted from the wall to the incoming object. The explosion both released a shockwave that made the robot stagger along with the as massive wave of sight-stealing foam that grew when exposed to air as it had been made to behave.

Moving fast Genos ripped a water valve from the wall, unleashing a geyser, following the water with a blast of the incinerator, creating an eruption of boiling mist, enveloping the area, kept going by the gushing water and the still molten former body of the Machine God.

"This will not work." G4 freed itself from the sticky foam, looking around, scanning the area, deciding the attempt was a way of cloaking for a sneak attack. Its laser sources hissed to life, ready for an area blast. Escape from the slashing, circling light would be impossible. Projections guaranteed a 99.9% chance of success. As soon as the scuffle ended he would have to return to base to acquire a new shell and resume pursuit.

Unleashing the laser brought nothing but a sizzle and disperse light dancing on the steam.

Steam... recalculating...

"Do not bother. Moisture disperses lights so your lasers cannot form." From the thick layer of fog a cable whipped, capturing G4 into a steely hold. The cyborg approached, pulling, bringing it down. His arm was gone but the inner systems of the and the long cable for grapping was as functional as ever. Genos slipped a crystal into the slot right under his shoulder, the electrical current within unleashed though the connection, making G4 produce mechanical sounds of deep distress. The tugging and struggling was replaced by uncontrolled writhing. Static formed, escaping from the cable, aided by the wet environs. "You want King but I know someone stronger." Genos stated, hand closing into a fist. "And I am stronger than you." He roared, striking down.

Even if G4's movements had released his arms to strike back at him, even if they were both reduced to punching at each other backed only by raw power, even if his incinerators were too wet to generate a flame, even if he was out of Mayu's lightning, even if Sensei's teachings about mental fortitude and goals were not useful for that situation, Genos was going to pound that bastard into scrap.