Disclaimer: I do not own Medabots, nor any of the characters from the original manga. Horumarin owns that. I own myself and all of my characters, that including Foxy, Foxfire, Akura Yukienata and Dr. Yukienata. I also own the rights and plot to this fanfic. I also own the device. Do NOT sue. Hear me? NO sueing! Sueing is bad for the soul! If you sue, I shall sick the device on you!

Author: Has sneaking suspiscion she'll never get this finished

But... it's Foxfire.

"Foxfire, attack with blades!" Gill Girl barked from the sidelines of the two other Rubber Robos. With full compliance, Foxfire's blades slid out to the shooter pockets, though remained the same shape. She leapt from the ground to pounce on Foxy, expecting her to dodge but to her surprise Foxy jumped up to meet her.

She waited until Foxfire was just descending on her before jumping even higher and kicking her to the side wall.

The FOX crashed against the wall back first, sliding to the floor in a heap.

'38 percent damage to mid section.'

Gill Girl cursed under her breath. "Get up Foxfire!"

"Ikki, what do I do?" Metabee asked frantically. He shifted his weight from either foot in anticipation. As said before, Metabee does not play spectator very well. His optics followed the movements with precision, sorely wishing he could be the one moving. He glanced over his shoulder to his Medafighter. "Ikki?"

Rokusho couldn't take watching from a distance much longer either. He had to help. If he let Foxy take care of things, Foxfire would more likely end up offline then saved. Just as she was getting up again to face her 'sister' he was walking out to her, hoping to be able to just take the device off of her by hand. Fighting couldn't solve this situation. He had no idea what effect taking the device off would have on him, but it was better than watching her get pummeled.

However, he never did find out what effect the device would have.

Out of nowhere, White Sword stood before him. Rokusho blinked at him before his optics sharpened to a glare.

"Out of my way." He said, his tone more of a warning then anything. But White Sword stood his ground. Not a word came. Rokusho noted that the ninja liked to keep his hand on the hilt to his sword quite a lot, as if that were a warning itself.

"Don't interfere." Was all that he heard from White Sword's transmission. Rokusho growled lightly.

"Get out of my way, or I shall knock you out of it." Even before Rokusho had finished his sentence, a blade was drawn and aimed between his optics. White Sword was quick, to say the least. But Rokusho did not flinch. Perhaps it was that he didn't notice. The only thing the SIN type knew next was that his sword was met with another blade. A gold one.

"Ikki!" Metabee repeated. "Ikki what do I do!"

But Ikki had frozen. He could barely speak, he couldn't answer his Medabot. He couldn't tell him to attack just like all the other Robattles. He couldn't shout the order or pick up strategies to win. How could he win when he didn't even want to Robattle? How could he Robattle against a Medabot that was like his own?

Ikki stood there for a time that he didn't even realize was passing. His thoughts not going a mile a minute or constant questions plaguing his head. It was a simple fact that kept repeating itself over and over and blared itself to Ikki's attention.

The clashes of metal on metal, steel on steel, Medabot on Medabot rang throughout the room. The Medabot Corporation's floor had become a battle ground for them. Oil cascaded along the ground, forever staining it with the memories of the Robattles. The opponents may forget their battles, but the ground they fight upon never forgets.

Foxfire and Foxy faced off once more. Pushing forward against each other, blades met armor. Foxy winced heavily, the sharp steel slowly making its dent through. Her armor wasn't strong. She was made for speed, not durability. And from the day's Robattle with Zagan and Devon, her blade weapons were disabled. She had nothing but her body to defend herself.

And right then her body wasn't holding up so well.

'10--17--20--30 perc---'

Foxy growled through her transmission and ducked down, taking her arms away from Foxfire but keeping her right leg stretched out. Foxfire fell forward a bit. But enough to catch her off guard and allowed Foxy to sweep her leg from under Foxfire's feet.

'30 percent damage to right and left arms.'

White Sword and Rokusho clashed, sparks flying from the grated swords. White Sword jumped back and practically flew forward with a side slash. More sparks.

The clouds drifted along the sky, moving to hide the moon. The pale, white face disappeared to its own business, darkening the night.

Everytime White Sword and Rokusho met, the sparks lit the room. Only lasting a second until they returned to an inky black blanket full of noises. The sounds were clear as a bell. Landings, grunts, metallic punches. Only sounds in the dark. But the sparks the two Medabots gave them sight. To realize what they were for the poor souls whom were not involved.

The two were a perfect match. With parrying and slashing it was a Robattle for any kind of fan. Equal with speed and skill, both manuevering in such an art. As if they'd been built for it.

But finally, White Sword found his advantage. Something to finally pull his way in the fight. Rokusho made a jab for the SIN type's head, narrowly missing by a hair's breath. Leaving his midsection completely open and Chanbara sword arm over White Sword's shoulder.

None the less, the ninja took his full golden opportunity.

White Sword striked from the side with his katana over Rokusho's stomach joints. Oil sprayed from the thin cut now open. White Sword's blank white armor was soon covered with it.

Foxy sat over her sister, holding down both arms and struggling with her legs. Foxfire wriggled and squirmed beneath her endlessly. The DFX type had made several grabs for the device but Foxfire refused to stay still long enough for her to do so.

The only other solution was to knock her out before taking it off.

Problem: Foxfire is very stubborn when evil.

"RAAaaagh!" Rokusho cried out, holding his middle. His optics winced in pain. His fists clenched.

'68 percent damage to mid secion. Oil reserves failing.'

The FOX's body froze as Rokusho fell to his knees, clutching the wound skillfully inflicted. She turned her head only to see White Sword stand over the KWG type, his katana dripping with the fresh oil. He raised his blade over Rokusho, readying for another strike.

"IKKI!" Metabee went up to the boy finally and grabbed him by the shirt. "Ikki this is NOT the time to space out!" The ten-year-old looked down and blinked.

"What?"

"We need to get in there! What's the plan of action!" The KBT exclaimed. Since when did Ikki freeze up like this? He could understand when he'd seen Foxfire slashed up the way she was when Rokusho had been evil. But this was just Robattling. What could shake him up so much?

To Metabee, it was just another fight. It was a fight to Ikki as well. But it was a wrong fight. He couldn't Robattle Foxfire. He couldn't Robattle against a Medabot that he felt was his own.

It'd be almost as bad as Robattling against Metabee.

"We have to find another way."