I stood there wondering what to do. I'm all on my own now. No help, no contacts, and no back-up. She said, "Annihilators! Move out!" The three Annihilator cyborgs came after me. These ones were different. One had a flame-thrower. Another had a Battery looking thing on his chest. It was glowing that weird energy I saw on the guns for those Pawn Troopers. The third had two maces in his hands, they were attached to chains that lead up into his wrist. Great. Here we go.
The flamethrower ran up to me, both of his guns blazing. I slid under him and the energy one started shooting energy beams out of his palms. I rolled away as he hit the tank on the flame throwing one. Needless to say he blew up. The mace one shot out and managed to wrap the chains around my neck. The other one put his palms together and the energy between them swerved and surged. He shot them out and I ducked just in time. The impact caused the super soldier to go flying, and it ripped the chains in two. I was free, sortta. While dodging laser shootings I got the chains off from around my neck. I swung them around and actually slammed the mace ends against the chest of Mr. Enegizer Bunny. That is a huge dent, and that is a crack from which energy is leaking. I jumped on his chest and put my fingers in the crack I saw.
Do NOT try this at home kids, I am a proffesional, sortta. My fingers are starting to burn. I ripped off the plate and a huge blast of energy shot out. I was able to dive out the way of the blast, just in time. The blast reminded me of Viktor's eyeblast before he got his sight back.
I looked at my fingers. ah. Ah! They hurt. I usually walk away from battles with hardly a scratch. I guess burns take longer to heal.
Omega looked peeved. She made a B-line for me. Here we go, again.
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