Disclaimer: I do not own Medabots! What a surprise, EH? I don't even make a profit off of this! This is volunteer work! Not cool! Well I do own Foxfire. And the device. And Noir. And even the fanfic! Woohoo! Score! If you want to use my characters, please ask first. I think it would be cool if someone used one of them ^^.

Author's Note: I hope the Brass fans out there enjoy this! There are a few features on her that I added out of pure inspiration from watching the only episode on Medabots where Brass actually fights with Erika. These features SHOULD be standard though......... Again, hope you like!

Brass was just about to step forward to face Noir, when there came out a large shrub in between the two groups. Suddenly, out popped Mr. Referee! Uniform and all.

He brushed off the leaves from his shirt and cleared his throat.

"I now declare this match between Brass and Shrimp Lips' Noir. And I shall act as referee, me, Mr. Referee so no one will get hurt!" He turned to the Medabots. "Ready?"

Shrimp Lips gave an approving nod while Brass nodded as well.

'As ready as I'll ever be.' She thought to herself, aiming her right arm up.

"RooooBaTTLE!" Mr. Referee swung down his arms and jumped to the side.

"Come on Brass!" Foxfire cheered, the others soon following with encouragement of their own.

"You can do it Brass!"

"Kick some skidplate!"

"Don't give up!"

Brass felt her self mentally smile as they cheered her on from behind. She would do it to prove she could!

"Noir, let's make this quick I want to bring Rokusho back by sundown at the MOST!" Shrimp Lips barked into his Medawatch.

Noir nodded and crouched down, preparing to pounce on her prey. Brass. It was then that they noticed a tail swimming in the air behind the BCT type.

Brass gulped down hard and readied her guns. She had never Robattled without her Medafighter, so this would be one of those 'wing it' things.

"Noir! Make a jump over it and use your claws!"

Noir acknowledged the command and ran towards Brass. She braced her self and made sure to keep her optics open as the Black Cat stopped only just two meters or so away from her, and then leapt into the air.

She turned her body vertically upside down, spinning around as she did so. Looking very much like a gymnast.

Noir reached out her arms and made a slash at Brass with the spikes at the ends of her knuckles. She only just missed the SLM type; nearly taking off the bow that sat atop her head.

When Noir landed, Brass regained what was left of her composure and started firing at the cat.

Robattling wasn't a spectator sport, especially for Medabots. It was hard watching Brass just stand there while Noir went on the offensive with her thin cat-like moves. Metabee was muttering things under his breath while Foxfire constantly had urges to jump into the fight.

Rokusho was no better. If he had fingernails, he would've been biting them down violently. Instead he discovered a new bad habit. He tapped his foot when he was tense.

Noir ran out of the shooting range of the Sailor's short shots and made another leap over her, using the same technique with the clawed spikes on her hand.

But this time she hit Brass. She slashed at her head and left a red scratch more.

Brass stumbled slightly, but kept her ground.

'30 percent damage to head.'

"Come on Brass!" Metabee yelled, loud enough for everyone to hear. Foxfire winced before following suit.

"You can do it Brass!"

"Show that cat who's Boss!"

Shrimp Lips grinned evilly. "Keep it up Noir." He coaxed. Noir nodded and ran in for another leap.

Brass glared with her pink optics and aimed her guns. 'Target Lock sequence commence.'

Noir didn't bother to take in the fact that Brass' systems were now aiming their guns more carefully at her. Nor did she notice that Brass' optics turned green and watched as the BCT type once more took her jump over her.

Red laser points appeared on Noir's body. But of course, she didn't notice. She was too busy filling out the command of her Medafighter.

And Shrimp Lips didn't notice either. Not even Metabee, Rokusho or Foxfire noticed.

Noir made another clean cut. But this time along her shoulder plates. A few splinters of oil sprung loose. Brass twitched slightly, but kept her optics open.

'46 percent damage to mid body.'

"How can she just let that cat go AT her like that?!" Metabee sputtered. Foxfire and Rokusho were confused as well. It was like Brass wasn't putting up a fight at all!

Brass's guns clicked in and she mentally put on a smug grin. 'Here it goes.........' she thought, the same thing she had thought when she had started this whole ordeal.

Out of Noir's audio transmission came a high and almost evil cackle. It took a couple of them off guard. But Brass stood strong. She wasn't moved or even taken aback by the laugh.

Instead her optics went back to their pink features and waited for Noir to take another jump.

"This last one will finish her off Noir! This time, aim for the neck!" Shrimp Lips' plan was simple. Slice through the neck joint to make her spill out enough oil!

Noir flicked her tail around playfully, narrowing her amber optics and wiping off the spikes with some of Brass' oil on it.

She ran again, pounced again, spun through the air again---

But this time the red dot trailed her and so did Brass' guns.

"Short Shots!" Brass yelled, now shooting at Noir's chest, taking the cat off guard.

"Yay Brass!" Foxfire exclaimed. Metabee actually laughed at the BCT type.

"Stupid cat!"

It wasn't only that the shots had pretty much knocked the wind out of her. It was the precision of the bullets too. They aimed on just the one spot on Noir's body and it was powerful enough to actually drill a full- fledged hole into the chest.

Noir has shot back, ending up a few 10 or so yards away. Oil seeped from the wound. And Brass continued to fire. Just enough until the oil was enough to fall offline.

"Oil reserves failing. 65 perce—85—90 percent dama--- Body function cease. Oil reserves failing.'

"That is enough!" Mr. Referee called, holding up a hand to Brass. The SLM type immediately stopped her firing. She was almost out of bullets anyway. "Win goes to team Brass!"

"Yaay!" Brass jumped in the air and extended her arms out. Foxfire, Metabee and Rokusho ran over to her, exchanging compliments and congratulations.

"That was GREAT Brass!" Rokusho said. The FOX type nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, you should've seen the look on her face when you first got her!"

"Yeah! Stupid cat!" They all laughed.

Shrimp Lips grumbled something non-repeatable and grabbed Noir.

"Let's go." He said sulkily to Gill Girl and Squid Guts. They nodded with their heads down in shame, and started walking.

Brass sighed in relief and fell back to sit on the ground. "That was the first time I ever Robattled without Miss Erika."

"Well you did fine Brass." Foxfire held up the device. "Now that this is all done with, we really should be going now."

"Especially before it gets dark."

Metabee shrugged and turned on his heel. "Then what are we waiting for? Let's go!"