There were way more of them than there was us.
Looks like that D25 chick and I were forced to team up as we were outnumbered by these armed mannequins.
“D25, you have one last chance to surrender.” One of them ordered.
“Never!” She then shocked the one who talked to her.
“How did you do that? Got a taser in your hands?”
“No.” D25 pummeled another robot while she answered my question. “It’s something I’m cursed with.”
Cursed with? Come on, I wish I could shock the crap out of people when I’m not in the ring. I mean, in those situations, I’ll do my best to have a fair fight.
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