Author's note: This chapter is sort of a bridge to what I'm deciding. Should Azula and Mai try to manipulate Cyborg or shall Mai be good? Any suggestions please review! Thank you!
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Mai faced against that metal man. Standing in front of him, she scrutinized him while nimbly dodging his clumsy swings, and useless words on 'how I go easy on girls' crap. He is kinda different, but Mai sees no need to be so dramatic like Ty Lee. Hmm, if only he wore clothes its easier to pin him down. Metal against metal cannot stick. Damn. Now left with the old fashioned method of hand to hand combat. Seriously, this bulk of metal should not be worth Mai's time. After rolling her eyes in this metal bulk's grunt in frustration of not landing a blow on her, she swiftly did a roundhouse kick and knocked him backwards. That suit of armor sure has its benefits. Good in defense but pretty weak in attack. Well, Mai is dressed lightly, so easy attack. Obviously, hard blows is getting no where but draining his energy. Never mind, just keep dodging.
Mai looked at this man, wondering when he will ever drain his energy. Under all that armor must be tiring, why ain't he out of strength yet? Though there is something weird. Half his face is also metal. Could he be totally made out of meta-"OOPH" Mai stumbled on a rock. "Damned, shouldn't have though so muc- AAAHGHH" the bulk of metal crushes her flat.
Mai's POV
"Get OFF me you hunk of metal!" I glared at the face directly above her. "I can't!" He replied. "I think something sharp has cut my circuits! Unless I reconnect the wires I cannot move!" my eyes widened in recognition. The knifes! Then my eyes narrowed. How can any person's body be relied on circuits? That means he is completely metal and circuit and everything? How is it possible he is not dead?
"Why are you talking to me while referring to me as 'he'?" That metal man asked. Damned. That was a really dangerous mistake. Being squashed by a hunk of talking metal shouldn't have been that scary. "By the way, you can call me Cyborg. You seem like quite a nice lady as compared to the fire one" I rolled my eyes. Nice? I'd show him how caaring I can be if I weren't squashed by him. "As to your questions, I am made of metal. Half man, half metal. Gosh, my neck is sore"
"You better not lay your filthy face anywhere near mine" I replied in my joking tone, as I do care that his neck is sore unlike what others think, but as most people cannot really differentiate the tone of my voice, so my supposed joke must have sound like a warning. That theory is reinforced by his sheepish look. "Just joking. Just lay your head beside mine. But I am going to signal for help in about 10 seconds, so don't say I did not warn you!" "Oh." He replied and blushed a tiny bit, the side of his face that was not covered by metal.
I grinned at at him. Then turning my head to the side, I force my hand to peek out from under the mess and flicked 2 knives towards my mouth. Catching it in my mouth, I positioned them side by side, then blowed hard. An ear shattering whistle sounded, echoing across the pass. I giggled slightly as I saw Cyborg cringe. I wonder where Azula and Ty Lee ran off to, but they should not be too far to miss this whistle.