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Everything that could go wrong in this fight, had. Normally, Bravoman wouldn’t have trouble with a fight against a few dozen binjas. They were typically slow-moving enough on their stubby legs that he could take them out before they even got close. Or, if he was luck, he could use his blaster to take them out in one hit.
But Dr. Bomb had the foresight to name this batch, rendering the blaster useless. Then one of the binjas had managed to grab his armafter a missed punch, yanking him into the throng of robots. And while he did well at distance fighting, he had a tendency to get all tangled up when fights got close and personal. And to top everything off, As soon as things started looking tough, Alpha was nowhere to be seen. Typical.
He took a blow to the chest that left him wheezing. THen another blow struck him in the back, knocking him to the ground. And then the swarm was upon him. One stood with a foot planted on his back, pinning him down and driving the breath out of him. Another boot was planted on the side of his helmet, driving his cheek into the pavement. More grabbed his arms and feet, holding them ant an awkward angle that made it difficult to fight back. At least he didn’t have to worry about them pulling them till they came off, his stretchy powers kept him safe from that.
“Ah, I could use a little help down here!” Bravoman called into the air. Because pinned as he was, there wasn’t much else he could do. At first, nothing happened, and dread formed in his stomach. Why hadn’t that done something? His powers should have caused something convenient to get him out of trouble. Or at least to even the odds. This couldn’t be how things ended. It couldn’t!
Just when he thought he was doomed, he heard a metallic ding, followed by a loud crunch, then the pressure on his back let up. Another loud crunch followed and suddenly his right hand was free. He shook it to regain more feeling than pins and needles, then waved it wildly, smacking the binjas pinning his right leg. He felt his left leg freed, then his left arm seconds after. Carefully, he climbed back to his feet, breathing heavily as the battle adrenaline started wearing off.
Only for his heart to stutter with alarm when he saw who his rescuer was. Standing a few feet away, ripping the last standing binja apart, was the man that had threatened to turn him into a battery. The man who had brought an entire universe to it’s knees, destroying countless lives for the sake of his ego: Reverse Anti-Bravoman.
He took a slow step back, quiet, hoping that Reverse Anti wouldn’t notice him creeping away. But just a few seconds later, the man looked up, locking eyes with him. Bravoman let out a little “meep” and took another step back, putting his hands up defensively But to his surprise, Reverse Anti just turned his attention back to the binja arm in his hands, turning it over.
“Shoddy craftsmanship, this hunk of junk,” Reverse Anti growled in that now-familiar raspy voice Bravoman had grown used to. “Pathetic that you let yourself be one-upped by it.”
“Uh… what?”
Without turning his head, Reverse Anti cast a glance in Bravoman’s direction. “Why are you still standing there?”
“I was. Uh… I thought you were going to fight?”
Reverse Anti cocked his head. “Did you want to fight in your condition? I thought you would have fled by now.”
Wait, what? He was just… “You’re… letting me go?”
Reverse Anti Bravoman scoffed. “Hardly. You and I will settle things and I will come out on top. But there’s no honor in finishing you off when someone else did all the work. That would be cheating.”
Ah, of course. It all came back to his weird obsession with doing things the hard way.” Bravoman didn’t know why he had expected otherwise. Still, he wasn’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth. So with a, “Um… thanks?” he turned and stumbled away, casting glances over his shoulder every so often in case Reverse Anti changed his mind. But he remained in place, watching Bravoman the first few times, then turning his attention to the scrapped binjas afterwards.
A small part of Bravoman couldn’t help but smile. Weird guy. Terrible guy. But at least he had some personal code, twisted as it might be.