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!)
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!)
