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Stewart was running. Not just running, fighting. Fighting for the freedom of all life. Standing before him was the thing that had hurt so many people. The metal demon that had tormented him every night.
“ARGOS! Today you will die!”
The demon in the sky glared at him. Glared with that soulless triangular eye. “Do you know what filled my memory bank while I was being poked and prodded? You. You and that stupid faux grin! My being is filled with images of you charging at me with your entrails strewn across the ground. Make no mistake, Haywire. Today is the day you take your last feeble breaths.” With that, ARGOS rocketed towards him. Good. Stewart was just the distraction. Before either of them knew it, they were engulfed in a blur of shifting metal and uncontrollable lightning. Stewart was the only one who could keep ARGOS at bay with his electric attacks. But ARGOS then managed to get a solid hit in, sending Stewart flying.
Give up. Stay down. You don’t belong here. All those words, all those people who disliked Stewart simply for the act of existing. He was on the ground, a bloody mess, and ARGOS was marching forward. But no. Haywire never gives up.
With his remaining embers of strength, he pulled himself up, fist raised high.
“I could do this all day”