"TAKE THIS!!!" A metallic clash sounded through the small courtyard, as Octave's feet slid against the ground, driven back by Sonata's slash.
I'm impressed. She's getting better. Learning. Octave shifted his weight backwards, readying his left hand.
She has a bit to learn though.Octave grabbed Sonata's tomahawk by the shaft, pulling it and her to the
side. The smaller master fell, attempting to regain her footing as she looked up to see her teacher's energy saber micrometers from her head.
"You lose." Octave said with an annoyed sigh. He lifted his blade up and away from her neck.
"Again." Sonata followed suit. "I'm only a year old. Cut me some slack."
"You're a little better, kid, but not enough to take me. I'd try and make
improvements before General makes you a into a crowbar." Octave said as he stood down, retracting his visor, saber, mouth guard, and combat matrix inside of his vision that worked as a HUD.
"What's a crowbar?" Sonata asked.
She knows so little. She could use less combat training and more basic
education."Nevermind. I have to be somewhere anyways." Octave lifted his hand as
he walked out of the practice courtyard. Not far from the Cathedral, these wide courts could adapt to generate hills, pits, soil, or concrete. Today, Octave focused on making Sonata worry about her footing on soft, wet grass, but said terrain faded as Octave stepped away.
"Ooh! Can I come?!"
"No. Practice, or read, or whatever. Just go entertain yourself." Octave
walked through the door as the lights powered off, leaving Sonata almost
completely Alone in the room.
"Can I
go now?" Little Duet, in the corner of the room, had been sitting
patiently. "Combat is scary without Big Brother..."
Sonata rolled her eyes, her tomahawk slotting away. "You PROMISED to hang out with me."
"...I didn't see much alternative." Little Duet looked away, a grim look on his childlike face.
She could probably kill me without Big Brother around. Best to do what she says..."I KNOW! We'll go to the streets!" Sonata placed her foot on Little Duet's shoulder, in a brave, captain-like pose. "If I'm going to learn, I should do so by experience. Meet humans, eat things like Pastoral, run around like Octave! It'll be fun!"
Little Duet rubbed his chin with his hand. "Big Brother encourages me to see things, cause he can't."
Sonata knelt. "Why's that?"
"Because I look 'normal,' like a little kid. He's afraid that he scares people, so he stays near the Cathedral, or near military bases."
Little Duet looked down at the floor.
"He thinks I don't know how scared he is of how he looks. It's really sad."
Little Duet looked up, and passionate tears ran down Sonata's face.
"...That's...beautiful. So sad. My face is leaking."
...She is a woman of extremes. Such people should be feared. Little Duet looked away, his grim look of contemplation washing over his features.
But, she's nice, so I'll stay with her until Big Brother asks me to come back.
Octave walked down the street, watching the sun glare through in field surrounding New Harmony, a lovely sight, even for a pair of robotic lenses they called eyes. But he was on a mission, a goal to achieve. A point that needed to be made.
After about an hour of waiting, the time had finally arrived. The knight armored Robot Master stopped at the sight of the blue armor in the corner of his eye.
"Word really gets out." Hymn commented, his eyes closed to imply his calmness. He looked at the sun with a somber look. "You like the sun?"
"Maybe I do." Octave was flippant in his response. "Maybe it's pretty."
"...Today's the anniversary of that day, and the sun does nothing but burn my eyes. Do you know how the truth got out?"
Octave looked at him with eyes wide and mouth bent up. "I've known what
happened for a while, ironclad. But I don't know who spilled the beans. Whoever did caused my brother a lot of trouble."
"I did." Hymn turned his back on Octave.
Octave chortled. "The fuck? You spread the rumor? I figured it was Monday! Why?"
"It was fifty years ago, Octave. I've still not forgotten the sting of that defeat." Hymn growled, turning to face Octave.
"Since then, he's been taking more and more combat assignments. Trying to catch General's eye."
What? Pasty is scared shitless of the General. You're such a moron, SaintMan. Octave rolled his eyes.
Just because YOU'RE on General's jock, and Pasty is decent fighter now, you think he's trying to take your place?"I know you know. And PASTORAL knew. And that smug scientist MONDAY knew." Hymn's fist clenched so hard that it shook. "I lived with that shame. Now, I don't care who knows, because I intend to reconcile the MISTAKE of my defeat."
"How's that?" Octave asked, now interested.
"I want a rematch, of course. I'm going to fight Pastoral again, and I'll win. Simple as that."
Octave felt a cold heat of anger. "...No." Octave shook his head, pacing around Hymn.
A physical confrontation was now inevitable. The two stood on a wide, thick, metal bridge. For a quarter mile, there was nothing but metal and floating street lights. A perfect, fair battlefield.
"I won't let you waste my brother's time with this, Hymn. He's a clean living, peaceful guy." Octave spaced his feet apart, ready for a fight.
"If you want him to concede, I'd suggest you talk to your brother." Hymn shot a look to Octave, smiling now. His metal visor came down, shielding his maroon eyes. "You won't have much more time with him."
"Why?"
"Because I won't just defeat him. I'll make sure
he never stands up again." Hymn grinned, his energium mace forming. His left hand formed a wide, forward facing knight shield, bearing the New Harmony coat of arms, an olive branch wrapped around a planet.
Octave's combat matrix flared, activated by rage. his visor and mouth-guard slotting in place as he drew his saber.
"Like I said. Pasty is a clean living, peaceful guy..." Octave paused. "
BUT I'M NOT! YOU WANT HIM, YOU'LL HAVE TO THROUGH ME!"
"If you think I can't go through YOU, SABERMAN, you're mistaken."
"Ice cream?" Sonata read the words, searching her memory for other times the words had been nearby each-other. She drew a blank, but the ice cream stand seemed to beckon her. It seemed...RIGHT.
"It's a human treat." Little Duet led Sonata by the hand. He seemed overly conscious of the looks that Sonata was receiving. Her armor, ice blue with ancient, native american decorations, stuck out like a sore thumb, to say nothing of the metal feathers on the left side of her helmet. "I've never tried it. It might not be good."
Sonata smiled, and stepped forward.
"Hello. I'm ApacheWoman. I'm a super fighting robot. Not very good at the 'fighting' part yet." Sonata bowed to the ice cream stand attendant.
A corpulent man, his stomach bulged against his apron. His thick mustache punctuated a pair of rough lips, pressed together in a thin line of confusion. His eyes widened, as Sonata leaned forward, waiting and expecting.
"...Ok." He murmured. He'd NEVER seen a robot master up close. Many people hadn't.
"Well?" Sonata folded her arms.
"Well what?" The stand attendant's mustache bobbed with each word.
"...When I see an evil robot, I kill it, because it's my primary design function.." Sonata stared at the sign. "You work here, right? So your function is to give me ice-cream. So...give me some please."
"You need to give him money first." Little Duet pulled her hand. "C'mon. We don't have any money, so we should go..."
"Actually, sure. Why not." The gentleman took his scoop, and rolled up his sleeve. "What flavor?"
Sonata scratched her helmet. "What's a flavor?"
"Too slow, creep!" Octave rolled under the horizontal bludgeon attempt made by Hymn.
"I'm not done yet, ingrate." Hymn planted his feet as Octave landed. The lighter, faster fighter, Octave had the advantage of his raw speed. He paced back and forth, ready for Hymn's next attack.
Hymn had force and range on his side. With Octave at a distance, he fired his mace, attached to a long, thick chain. Octave dodged the attack with ease; closing the distance in a split second to get what seemed an easy kill. As quickly as he attacked, Hymn put his shield up and swatted Octave's saber away and leaped back to a safe distance while Octave recovered.
Bastard's heavy AND fast? Octave growled in annoyance as he swung his saber again. Hymn backed away, the tip of the energy blade nearly clipping his chin. Hymn pulled at his mace, and the chain began to retract. Octave ducked the ball as Hymn spun it in the air like a morning star. Hymn brought it back to his arm, the metal ball locking into place.
The combatants clashed hard, their weapons sparking. Octave gritted his teeth, pushing against Hymn.
I've fought him to a standstill before. I'll can take him out this time! He can't dodge forever..."Be careful, Octave. I might get the wrong idea." Hymn grinned. "General wouldn't take kindly to my murder, now would he?"
"Don't hide behind your boss you cocky son-of-a-bitch. This is between YOU and ME." Octave growled, his blade shifting. The two of them moved in a slow circle, their footwork matching, the constant pressure of their weapons keeping them deathly still. "Nobody threatens my brother!"
"Isn't GENERAL your boss as well?" Hymn grinned, pushing harder against Octave. "Am
I not your brother?"
"You mean jack shit to me, Hymn." Octave growled, as Hymn overtook him in the contest of strength. With a mighty grunt and a swing of his arm, Hymn sent Octave flying backwards, forcing him away. "Hah. The advantage is MINE."
"Is it?" Octave grinned.
Hymn looked down at his chest. There was a long, smoking cut in Hymn's armor. A shallow strike. A warning.
"You may be strong, but I'm faster than you can HOPE to be." Octave cut the concrete beneath his feet. "Last chance to back down."
Hymn patted his mace into his shield hand. "Come. I'll crush you in ONE HIT."
"...This...is...delicious." Sonata crammed another whole ice-cream cone into her mouth. She chewed it, the cone crunching and the ice cream melting in her mouth. After trying every flavor, she settled on vanilla, eating cone after cone merrily.
Little Duet looked up at her, smiling. He had a strange admiration for Sonata's strange, naive behavior.
"You'll get brain-freeze eating like that." The stand owner, amazed at Sonata's capacity for ice cream consumption, made her another cone.
"Our internal processors can handle temperature variants up to the degree of harshness offered by deep space. Only an Absolute Zero temperature could harm my thinking capacity." Sonata blurted, snatching the next cone. "More! Thanks!" She crammed it in her mouth bite by bite.
She looked down, noticing a spark in Little Duet's eye. It quickly died down, consumed by a look of wistful depression.
"What's wrong, little guy?" The stand owner's bushy brows and mustache raised in concern. Sonata nodded, licking her fingers.
"...I thought it'd be nice to bring my Big Brother here, but he...he doesn't want to scare anyone."
Sonata took another cone. "Stand Owner excepted ME well enough. Your brother seems nice."
The stand owner shrugged. "Sure. I'll make a sign. 'FREE ICE CREAM FOR ROBOTS.' It'll be good for business. My name's Giseppe by the way."
Sonata nodded, licking her lips, remembering Giseppe's name.
"...But he's afraid that the way he looks will scare people. He doesn't want to startle anyone." Little Duet looked up at Sonata. "Do you think people will like him?"
"I like him. He's BIG. They'll probably just be impressed." Sonata crammed more ice cream into her mouth. "If people don't see what makes him special and good, you have to teach him how to show people. And if he can't, MAKE people know how nice he is."
Little Duet felt the words sink in, pondering them.
Giseppe scratched his head. "Those words have a lot of weight, kid. For someone dressed funny and eating ice cream, you're pretty wise."
"And I'm only a year old."
Giseppe shrugged. "Neat."
Then, the alarms went off.
Sirens louder than any of the trio had ever heard. Giseppe felt his eardrums burst, as he clapped his hands over his ears. "WHAT THE HELL'S GOIN' ON?!"
This is an alert. New Harmony is under Malevolant Attack. Please lock down your homes, or advance towards shelters. This is NOT a drill.