Ragnarock leapt high above Black Skull as it charged him. As he landed, facing Black Skull, it sprayed him with flames. Black Skull just kept coming.

Talons: 10% Damage

"It barely scathed him. . ." Todd breathed.

Joey grinned happily (you know that overconfident grin of his), "Black Skull! Flare Fire Blast!"

Ragnarock dove to the side as the holocaust of flames struck the ground, sweeping over it. Ragnarock, jumping reflexively and not planning it out, slipped while landing, and sprawled out on the gravel.

"Ragnarock!" Todd shouted.

"Get'm, Black Skull!" Joey yelled, smirking.

Black Skull shot forward, grabbing Ragnarock by the neck. Hoisting up to eye level, the Medabot paused, waiting for the command.

"Go, Black Skull! Finish him off!"

Before Black Skull could attack, Ragnarock lifted his head. The fire engulfed Black Skull, pushing him back. Black Skull staggered forward

Flare Cannon: 70% Damage, repair needed, Talons: 100% Damage, function ceased

"Grr. . .Black Skull! Attack!"

Black Skull's left arm came down on Ragnarock's head, squeezing it. When it released, Ragnarock collapsed onto the hard ground. . .

Fire-breather: 100% Damage, function ceased

Todd took a step forward. 'Why? Ragnarock, No!' Joey walked forward and pocketed the medal, then walked off. . .

'Hmm. . .' he thought from his perch in the tree, 'so that's Joey. Not much of a job, but it's worth the bounty.'

~

"I got the medal," Joey stated, placing the medal on Seaslug's desk.

"Excellent," Seaslug grinned, "here's your next job."

Joey took the paper and left Rubber Noodles. He cursed himself under his breath for ever Robattling Seaslug. He opened the folder, removing the information on his next target.

"Let's see," Joey sighed, "What! No, I can't!"

'But then, I've already taken a medal from my best bud, Yugi. . .'

Joey groaned as he stood and dragged himself home, dropping a single picture from the folder. Spike Spiegel stepped out from hiding and picked up the picture.

"Who is this?" Spike whispered, raising an eyebrow.

On the image was a Medabot and a boy. The Medabot appeared to have wings, but could fly or walk. It had a right arm high-speed pistol and a left arm laser. Its wings had powerful armor, and could cover its entire body.

"Hmm. . .Angel-type Medabot," Spike muttered calmly, "and a kid with long white hair."

~

A kid with long white hair sat on a bench outside his house, reading a book. His Angel-type Medabot sat beside him, reading over his shoulder.

"Bakura?" White Seraph broke the silence.

Bakura looked up, "What is it, White Seraph?"

"Shouldn't we be going to Baka Games by now?" White Seraph asked quietly.

"You're right," Bakura nodded, "I completely lost track of time!"

The two hopped off the bench and started walking to Baka Games. They were planning on meeting Shinobu and Sailor-Twin. They decided to meet there so their Medabots would have someone to talk to while Bakura and Shinobu spent some time together.

~

"Halt!"

"Oh, hello, Joey," Bakura greeted as he walked by him.

"Hey!" Joey whined, "Get back here!"

"I'm a little busy, Joey. Can it wait?" Bakura responded politely.

"No!" Joey yelled.

"Joey, I really have to go," Bakura explained, "I have to meet Shinobu at Baka Games."

"I'll tell you what," Joey grinned, "we'll Robattle. You win, I'll let you go to Baka Games. I win, I get your medal."

"No, thanks," Bakura answered.

Bakura turned and walked down a different street, taking an alternate route to Baka Games. Joey ran after him, but somehow lost him (Yes, Joey can lose people when he's running and they're walking). He stepped into an alley, realizing Bakura wasn't there.

"I've found you."

Joey turned, noticing he was at gunpoint. His hands flew into the air, and his face was frozen with fear.

"You seem too easy for 10 million," he grinned.

"10. . .mil. . .million?" Joey squeaked.

"You must know," Spike smirked, "or is this a tactic to throw me off?"

Spike took a few steps forward. Joey walked backwards, until he came up against a brick wall. He bit his lip as the gun came closer and closer.

"Honestly," Spike stated, "I expected more from this bounty."

"Bounty?" Joey said, dumbfounded.

"Hmm? You really don't know?" Spike muttered, then spoke a little louder, "You have a bounty on your head for 10 million woo-long. I am going to bring you in and finally eat some real food."

"How about I give you some food. . ." Joey tried.

"Heheheh. . ." Spike laughed quietly, "I doubt someone such as you could possibly pay for 10 million woo-long worth of food."

"I. . .I work at a noodle place," Joey offered.

Spike shook his head. He prepared to grab Joey, but he was struck in the back of the head by a small person in a rubber suit.

"That's for attacking our Rubberrobo!"

"Ugh," Spike coughed, "who are you?"

"I am Shrimplips, of the Rubberrobo Gang!" the pint-sized Rubberrobo cackled as Joey carefully tiptoed away.

The battle ensued between the bounty hunter and the Rubberrobo. Shrimplips was kicked in he chest, sent flying into the brick wall. Because Shrimplips was so small, all Spike could do was use his feet. He continued to kick Shrimplips, who was screaming in agony.

"Uncle! Uncle!" Shrimplips cried.

Spike continued to kick, venting his rage for losing the bounty. Shrimplips soon had large bruises on his chest and head.

"Hey!" a man yelled, grabbing Spike by the neck.

Spike flipped out of the man's grasp, kicking in the side. The man recovered, charging at Spike, who leaned to the side, tripping him.

"Come on, Squidguts!" Shrimplips shrieked, "You can do it!"

Squidguts wobbled to his feet and took a swing at Spike, who caught his fist. Squidguts tried again, but it was blocked by Spike's forearm. Spike retaliated by kicking Squidguts in the head. While he was stunned, Spike grabbed Shrimplips and threw him at Squidguts.

As they both fell to the ground, Spike ran off, desperately trying to find his bounty again, but he knew he had lost him. . .