Disclaimer: I do not own Medabots, nor any of the characters from the original manga. Horumarin-sama owns Medabots. I own myself and all of my characters, that including Foxy, Foxfire, Akura Yukienata and Dr. Yukienata. Sue me and I add another name for my personal sniper. That's right. I've got one. So watch out!

Author's Note: Sorry this is so late, out of town and shick really needs to end this

"Then fight."

Foxfire blinked a few times at the words. White Sword stood up straight and sheathed his katana.

"P-pardon?"

"You go on and on about how you're not a coward. If you're such a warrior then fight me." He paused for a second, placing a finger to his chin. "What was it...? Talk is cheap."

Foxfire's optics widened lightly, before sharpening to a glare. "I don't like fighting! Sometimes you have to be brave and not fi"

"Coward."

"I am not!" White Sword inwardly chuckled. She was so easy to tease. Foxfire seemed to care a lot about what others thought of her. And 'Coward' was definitely one of her buttons. "I just... I don't Robattle for stupid reasons."

"I bet you don't Robattle at all."

"W-well I've never had a good enough reason to."

"Oh yes, that's because you always had Foxy fighting for you. A real fighter wouldn't rely on others to battle for them." White Sword rolled his optics at her, the bored expression coming into play again.

"I can Robattle!" Foxfire sprung up to her feet defensively. Who was he to judge her? Foxfire knew the basics of Robattling. It was programmed into her! Of course she knew how. "I can Robattle just fine! ButI don't like fighting for fun." That's when she heard the soft sound of steel gliding over wood. White Sword had drawn out his katana again.

"Then fight for your life!"

"What do you think we should try next?" Gill Girl asked, taking a bite out of an egg roll. Sea Slug in the chair opposite to her, slurping up noodles with chopsticks.

"SLUURRRPW-well, fighting obviously hasn't worked. Perhaps torture...?" He mused, stroking his chin lightly. Gill Girl arched her eyebrows at him.

"Torture? Isn't it a little early for that?"

"Nonsense, torture is always done at the right time." He cheered before taking another mouthful from his noodle cup. Gill Girl rolled her eyes from behind her sun glasses.

"You know... we could always call Shrimp Lips."

"Phht, why should we call him? We're doing fine on our own. We just need some torture!" He barked. Just to show his distaste for the idea, he swung around in his chair to face away from the red head.

"No, I mean, maybe this is a job for the... you know... Device." Her voice dropped down to a low tone so Sea Slug had to strain his ears to actually hear her. He raised an eyebrow, before stubbornly shaking his head.

"No. No way." He started, taking another mouthful of noodles and swallowing them down hard. He swung back around, obviously eager to disagree. "The whole point of capturing her was that she was a truly evil Medabot. Using that thing would be completely contradicting what YOU said!" Gill Girl sighed, putting down her food.

"I know what I said Sea Slug. But like YOU said, there are two sides to that Medabot. If we can use the device to just lure her out, we'll take it off and it'll be a piece of cake from there on." Sea Slug let out a deep breath. He put down his noodle cup with Gill Girl's and ran a hand through his ruffled, brown hair.

"I suppose... it couldn't hur" The used-to-be leader of the Rubber Robo gang was suddenly cut off by a few slams at the door to the booth they were in. Soon followed were angry yells.

"Open up Rubber Robos! We know you're in there!"

White Sword's strikes were relentless. One after another they came without any sign of tire or losing speed. The blade swept through the air so quickly that Foxfire's attention was torn between keeping her optics on it and remembering to dodge it. During the two hours she'd been held captive, her body's alloy had managed to close up the outer metal. She was able to move but still had to watch the areas he'd sliced before.

He took a swipe to her neck and she ducked, narrowly missing having her ears chopped off. With her hands planted on the ground, she did a front flip to kick off White Sword's chest. He caught her feet before they made impact but her tail still moved, catching him off guard and knocking his feet out from under him.

He grunted as his side hit the ground, losing grip over her ankles. Though still loyally keeping his sword held tightly in his hand.

This was actually their fourth fight. White Sword in the lead with 4 0. No matter what, White Sword always seemed to have a way to counter her attacks and use them to his advantage. Just like the battle before to lure Foxy. But now it was just White Sword and Foxfire. This was her fight. Her first fight.

With that sword of his he was no less then an ace in Robattling. But of course it wasn't all the sword. His body was built for speed and acrobatics. He jumped, he dived, he flipped. He was a gymnast with oil lust.

And it was useless for Foxfire to try and use her elements. She could barely get away from, let alone get away from long enough to concentrate, gather enough of the element she needed and attack White Sword with it.

Foxfire learned that there was a SEVERE difference between knowing attack manuevers and actually USING those attack manuevers while Robattling.

'Finally!' She struggled to her feet and quickly bounced off the wall, then to the ceiling. Then immediately stabbed the ceiling with the blades on her arms and stayed put. She scrambled her legs up to keep her limbs a safe distance from her opponent.

Whom was giving her quite the devilish look from below.

"I hope you don't think you're safe up there." If she could have, Foxfire would've gulped down.

'Focus! Focus!'

White Sword sheathed his sword, narrowing his amber optics on her. The FOX type was currently crouched on the ceiling with both blades stuck a few inches deep into it. He mentally smiled and crouched down as well.

Just as the SIN type was about to jump up at Foxfire, his commlink beeped with attention, Sea Slug's voice following.

"White Sword. We've got company."

The Ninja blinked in surprise before glaring, mentally cursing. "Coming, Sea Slug." He rose up and turned his scowl up at her. "Stay here. I'll be back." Foxfire furrowed her optics in confusion.

"Wh-what?" But before she could even protest, he'd slammed the door to the white room. Leaving the FOX all alone. She hopped down from the ceiling, staring at the door.

Had she just... survived a Robattle? Foxfire's insides squirmed and wriggled with excitement. She'd actually held her own in a Robattle! And for her first one to be with a strong Medabot such as White Sword, she figured that must've meant SOMETHING.

'I'm not weak... I'm not a coward.' Coward and weak certainly wouldn't be in her vocabulary anymore. White Sword had taught her to fight. To defend herself. To protect herself from enemies. There was no more asking for others' help, no more fleeing. She could defend herself now. Foxfire was capable of fighting for herself.

The phrase still seemed so foreign to her.

No matter what, she had always relied on others. Metabee, Rokusho, Foxy, Akura. Foxfire had never relied on herself. Relied on her abilities. The FOX inwardly smiled, closing her optics.

'I can Robattle...' Slag, she felt like she could do anything! Was this REALLY the feeling that all the others got from Robattles?

Rokusho had always said to only Robattle when you were protecting others. When you had no other choice. Foxfire wanted to respect that motto but... now it really had no meaning to her. Why couldn't she Robattle for fun? If it was supposed to teach good sportsmanship and was all in good fun, why couldn't she do it all the time?

Plus it just felt so good!

Foxfire looked up at the door to the booth and gazed at it carefully. It was just a normal, wooden door. Brass knob, white, wooden.

Just a normal door.

Foxfire took in a deep breath.