The blue orb of light exploded into Blade's ominous black form, his

crimson red cape unfurling and blowing in the wind. "Perfect timing." Kyle

said as he opened the back of Blade's helmet and inserted the medal into its

access port. A tiny piece of metal flipped onto the medal to hold it in as the

helmet closed again. "Whoa, cool..." Blade's voice floated from the helmet

as he drew his sword from its sheath. "I like." Kyle said proudly. Across the

ring was Kyle's opponent, whose name was Victor. His Medabot, a

LandRanger, which resembled a racecar, idled impatiently before him.

"Fighters ready? Medabots, Robattle!" the referee yelled. "LandRanger! Use

your Blast Cannons!" Victor screamed. A steel hatch on top of the nose slid

back and a pair of small five-barreled cannons rose up. "Blade! Dodge it!"

Kyle replied as the cannons opened fire, miniature mushroom clouds of dirt

and cement flying up in a series of lines that rapidly fanned out in Blade's

direction, who nimbly leapt aside. "Shotgun blast!" Blade yelled, raising his

left arm in LandRangers direction. LandRanger avoided the shot and raced

away and Blade followed. With its well-responsive steering LandRanger

veered around the Soccer Field, avoiding Blade's attacks while its Blast

Cannons tried to draw a bead on Blade. Blade timed his aiming and blew out

the Left Front tire on LandRanger. A smaller wheel lowered from the chassis

to balance LandRanger as it headed straight at Blade. "Doomsday Attack!"

LandRanger yelled in its robotic tone, small hatches which covered tiny

missile launchers flipping up. The cloud of a dozen mini-missiles flew

upwards, each projectile equipped with three stages of propulsion. The first

stage, or booster stage, was made to push it out of the launcher and a little

ways into the sky, then fragment. The second stage, or flight stage, was

made to maneuver the projectile into position, then fragment. The third

stage, or impact stage, was designed to push out the greatest amount of

power in the shortest amount of time to hit the target with the actual payload,

also wired with high explosives for maximum explosion. The downside was

that the Medabot firing the missiles needed to be stationary for them to

impact, otherwise the guidance chip in the missiles would go bananas. Just

one of them caused great damage to a Medabot, but a dozen? It was what

people referred to as "Overkill." "Blade, counter it with your own rockets!"

Kyle shouted. "No. I have a better idea." Blade said. Kyle eyes narrowed in

anger as Blade turned the missile launcher mounted on his right forearm not

on the rising missiles, but on LandRanger. Kyle understood now, Blade

meant to blast the LandRanger so the missiles would disarm and miss.

"Rocket Launcher Attack!" Blade cried, a rocket shooting out of the cannon.

It detonated below LandRanger, throwing it off. A small hatch near what

would be the cockpit flipped open and a Medabot medal flew out, clattering

against the pavement. "Functions Ceased! The winners are Blade and Kyle!"

the referee yelled as the crowd roared its approval

(Next Time, on Medabots)
Its Rita's turn at the spotlight, but what's her problem with the boy who is to be her opponent?
(Tune in next time to find out! Reviews wanted!)