It was as good of a time as any to use those little enhancements to my body. Even without some armor, I was just like that one song involving a certain French DJ and an Australian singer.
They tried shooting me down, but I still stood tall.
I am…oh, bugger. You know the rest.
That material was in my bones. I punched one of those blasted robots in the bloody face and made a crater in it’s mug.
Despite them having the numbers game, I fought like those action movie stars except they didn’t have some experiments in their bodies.
One by one, they started malfunctioning once they met my fists and boots.
“Ante-Meridian. You’ve already proved your worth. Over.”
I’d hate to sound like a snotty little child, but I wanted to fight them more.