03-22-2007, 04:32 AM
"Got him!" William grinned. He let him get back up: it wouldn't do to take him yet. He's never get into his pants if he'd just crushed his robot. The speakers on the control pannel in front of him shrieked: he covered his ears, and watched the robot before him raise a sythe and a kunai to decapitate him. That would be expencive. He fiddled with the stereo knobs: The Spice Girls began blasting out instead.
"Aggh! That's just as bad!" He said, trying to find a decent classical station. Then he remembered the whole battle thing: he switched the veiws on two screen to targets from his hands, and pulled them both up to fire quick bursts at his enemy's hands, and glared his laser at his chest.
"...You are listening to Radio Four, introducing that old favourate antidote to pannel games, I'm Sorry I Really Don't Care...."
"Aggh! That's just as bad!" He said, trying to find a decent classical station. Then he remembered the whole battle thing: he switched the veiws on two screen to targets from his hands, and pulled them both up to fire quick bursts at his enemy's hands, and glared his laser at his chest.
"...You are listening to Radio Four, introducing that old favourate antidote to pannel games, I'm Sorry I Really Don't Care...."