The fight was quick and brutal. The young, blond-haired man dodged the green skinned woman's strikes easily, retaliating only once. His fist connected to her's and in mere seconds the skin and flesh of the arm had vanished, leaving only the skeletal remains.
"MY ARM," screamed Shego, gripping the decimated appendage.
"Now, will you tell me where you found this," the blond-haired boy said, opening his palm revealing a small crimson jewel shard.
A tall, skinny robot clad in a black tank-top and green cargo pants entered the room. Hair, once blond, now ginger flowed down past its shoulders. Its face, now stylised to a more human likeness, held a neutral facade.
"W-w-hat the hell are you doing with one of Drakkens Bebe's...," emerald green eyes focused upon the artificial creature "…it looks kinda like Possible."
"Hello to you too, Shego," replied the robot, the usual foreign purring tone replaced with the sour voice of the teen hero.
Shego's eyes widened slightly in shock before an unyielding open hand was rammed into her face.
"Talk now! Or I'll repeat that little trick I did on your arm and this time I'll do it to all of you."
"Drakken, Drakken had it! I SWEAR," screamed Shego, fear of being reduced to nothing more than ash loosening her tongue.
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"As usual, it leads back to that moron," mumbled Ron, pocketing the red stone as he and Kim walked away from the lair.
"I think you went a little harsh there, Ron. I mean, I understand Shego's done a lot of bad things in her life, but destroying her arm?"
"She deserved it. If I hadn't , she would have tried taking my head off. Plus it will teach her to curb her temper. After all, it will be twice as difficult for her to put up a decent fight with only one arm."
"Ok, but let me take the next one down. I'm itching to see what this body can do."
"You know, Kim, I'd expect most people to be quite angsty about losing their body, not wishing they could crack some heads."
Kim chuckled a little, the robots mouth inching upwards slightly trying to re-create a smiling motion.
"Well, it's just a case of getting that stone, right? I mean, if the stone is real then we can find it. Anything's possible for a possible."
But before Ron could answer, a chime pierced the quiet air. A quick flick of the wrist and the auto-mail hand slid backwards, revealing a screen showing a smiling Wade.
"Guys, I got another hit on the stone's possible whereabouts…"
"Good, we'll check'em it out after a little 'visit' to Drakken. We're going to need a ride though, Wade."
"On its way, as we speak."
"Good."