"Nothing can save you now, Rock! Zero and I will take any pathetic efforts you make like a breeze." Bass reformed his gloved hand and grasped Zero to his side and leered.
At the same time, the three repelled each other and landed a good few metres away. "It's high-time you throw that armor away Rock! Let us help you!" Bass's shout echoed throughout the deserted neighborhood. The trees quivered in fear of losing their hero, the leaves jumped and some even shielded the rocks from the brewing gale.
An apple dropped from its branch which signaled the cue. Rock and Bass sprinted in a direct collision with each other, Zero kept within attack range just in case Bass needed backup. The peaceful winds on the surfaces were ripped and they roared behind the blurred images. Rock's buster had shifted its colour and ready to tear. A much intricately designed one raised and reflected no light away from it, black...
Both busters received optimum charges from the leg boosters and released two evenly matched plasma shot. Their buster arms reclined in momentum. And about the same time they halted, the ion charges met and rippled all over the entire area. The buildings were distorted for a second or two, before the law of physics heaved them back to their original shape.
Immediately, Bass pounced at Rock, knocking him to his back. He focused both his legs on Bass's torso and put a match to his leg boosters and sent Bass on a short trip. His face glided above the sandy terrain and eventually made a long friction against it. A cloud of dust warped while Zero tore through the atmosphere with his beam saber at a suitable altitude--- around the waist. Rock veered aside and revolved around for a good shot at Zero's flipside.
Locked on, he launched napalm missile to plow right through an optical illusion. In a spur-of-the-moment, Rock found something gnawing at his petite tummy and felt the burning sensation only after it left. His teeth screeched horribly.
Zero was going for Rock's little knee-cap at breakneck speed. All was too smooth until a spinning scarlet shield deflected his Z saber and returned to its owner. There, on the thin platform of garden fences, stood a familiar figure with yellow scarf knotted behind his neck. The figure let it fluttered to enhance his intimidation and tucked his chin into it. A clear challenge was issued from that body language and Zero accepted it almost too easily with a dark grin shadowed by his helmet.
He did a tiger leap, snatching his green 'fangs' from gravity to target at his quarry. Blues shrugged to avoid getting scalded as the swipes got more rapid while flying backwards. The morning glories were clinging onto the wooden pricks, waving as the battle whizzed by, but no one seemed to have the time to attend to them. For all Blues knew, he only need to make one wrong prediction to get killed.
The rush tightened, things were not going as Blues hoped. For a split moment, Blues thought that he saw the edges on Zero's protective head gear curled forebodingly as if the horns of the devil had revealed itself in the mist of enjoying the extreme encounters. Every defense Blues made just thrilled Zero, however, firmed his grip on his shield and baited Zero away from the city.
Rock, on the other hand, was taking his sweet time recovering. He reeled his back and found Bass on a purple stampede. In a blink of an eye, Rock was rammed to the ground once more.
His head was seized between the metallic-black boots "Bottom-line Rock! Let this day be known to the world that I, BASS FINALLY DESTROYS ROCK XAVIER LIGHT!!!"
The wind flurried like tidal waves, bashing the cemented sidewalks. Concrete or vegetation, no matter, they had just witnessed the fall of a warrior in their peaceful neighborhood. The innocence of the street had been stained.
Bass dropped his thick skull to be astounded. From the hips to the chest, all had been blown off, none was spared. He had not released his grip on the pole, neither had he stabbed. The bare edges crackled furiously as the electricity in his circuits lost contact with the rest of his body. Nothing more could be done, Bass was certain. Every strand of muscles pulled was now dangling as Bass fell off the suspension into Rock's arms. Bass felt his mind and memories plunged into a pile of valueless cinders.
Rock quivered and ogled at the state of Bass. He might have taken Bass out, one too many times in fact, but at most, only his limbs came off, and he would return. The assault was too brutal for a robot of his program to chew on, Rock was petrified.
"Bass? BASS! Who did this?" Rock cried. That was a question which was answered effortlessly. Looking dead in the face of the attacker was probably the worst thing to do at anytime or anywhere, because he was immediately apprehended by the lethal impassive eyes.
"Why? I believe that Bass has and will not do anything to deserve this!" Rock probed before getting whipped cleanly at his unguarded chest...
At the same time, the three repelled each other and landed a good few metres away. "It's high-time you throw that armor away Rock! Let us help you!" Bass's shout echoed throughout the deserted neighborhood. The trees quivered in fear of losing their hero, the leaves jumped and some even shielded the rocks from the brewing gale.
An apple dropped from its branch which signaled the cue. Rock and Bass sprinted in a direct collision with each other, Zero kept within attack range just in case Bass needed backup. The peaceful winds on the surfaces were ripped and they roared behind the blurred images. Rock's buster had shifted its colour and ready to tear. A much intricately designed one raised and reflected no light away from it, black...
Both busters received optimum charges from the leg boosters and released two evenly matched plasma shot. Their buster arms reclined in momentum. And about the same time they halted, the ion charges met and rippled all over the entire area. The buildings were distorted for a second or two, before the law of physics heaved them back to their original shape.
Immediately, Bass pounced at Rock, knocking him to his back. He focused both his legs on Bass's torso and put a match to his leg boosters and sent Bass on a short trip. His face glided above the sandy terrain and eventually made a long friction against it. A cloud of dust warped while Zero tore through the atmosphere with his beam saber at a suitable altitude--- around the waist. Rock veered aside and revolved around for a good shot at Zero's flipside.
Locked on, he launched napalm missile to plow right through an optical illusion. In a spur-of-the-moment, Rock found something gnawing at his petite tummy and felt the burning sensation only after it left. His teeth screeched horribly.
Zero was going for Rock's little knee-cap at breakneck speed. All was too smooth until a spinning scarlet shield deflected his Z saber and returned to its owner. There, on the thin platform of garden fences, stood a familiar figure with yellow scarf knotted behind his neck. The figure let it fluttered to enhance his intimidation and tucked his chin into it. A clear challenge was issued from that body language and Zero accepted it almost too easily with a dark grin shadowed by his helmet.
He did a tiger leap, snatching his green 'fangs' from gravity to target at his quarry. Blues shrugged to avoid getting scalded as the swipes got more rapid while flying backwards. The morning glories were clinging onto the wooden pricks, waving as the battle whizzed by, but no one seemed to have the time to attend to them. For all Blues knew, he only need to make one wrong prediction to get killed.
The rush tightened, things were not going as Blues hoped. For a split moment, Blues thought that he saw the edges on Zero's protective head gear curled forebodingly as if the horns of the devil had revealed itself in the mist of enjoying the extreme encounters. Every defense Blues made just thrilled Zero, however, firmed his grip on his shield and baited Zero away from the city.
Rock, on the other hand, was taking his sweet time recovering. He reeled his back and found Bass on a purple stampede. In a blink of an eye, Rock was rammed to the ground once more.
His head was seized between the metallic-black boots "Bottom-line Rock! Let this day be known to the world that I, BASS FINALLY DESTROYS ROCK XAVIER LIGHT!!!"
The wind flurried like tidal waves, bashing the cemented sidewalks. Concrete or vegetation, no matter, they had just witnessed the fall of a warrior in their peaceful neighborhood. The innocence of the street had been stained.
Bass dropped his thick skull to be astounded. From the hips to the chest, all had been blown off, none was spared. He had not released his grip on the pole, neither had he stabbed. The bare edges crackled furiously as the electricity in his circuits lost contact with the rest of his body. Nothing more could be done, Bass was certain. Every strand of muscles pulled was now dangling as Bass fell off the suspension into Rock's arms. Bass felt his mind and memories plunged into a pile of valueless cinders.
Rock quivered and ogled at the state of Bass. He might have taken Bass out, one too many times in fact, but at most, only his limbs came off, and he would return. The assault was too brutal for a robot of his program to chew on, Rock was petrified.
"Bass? BASS! Who did this?" Rock cried. That was a question which was answered effortlessly. Looking dead in the face of the attacker was probably the worst thing to do at anytime or anywhere, because he was immediately apprehended by the lethal impassive eyes.
"Why? I believe that Bass has and will not do anything to deserve this!" Rock probed before getting whipped cleanly at his unguarded chest...