Arion tried to locate the two robots in the dark. He knew the others were watching helplessly, unable to assist him (if they tried, robots would attack them too). He realized he couldn’t hear the soft mechanical whirrs and clicks anymore.
Suddenly one was behind him, lifting him up by the shirt. He kicked out backwards, his foot connecting with tough metal, and it slammed into a tree, almost falling on Nephthys. He toppled onto the grass and rolled over out of the way as something slammed into the ground right where his head had been.
He grabbed whatever it was as it came back up; it was the robot’s arm. He drew back his fist and punched what he took to be its head as hard as he could. His hand stung, but the metal proved to be softer than it should have been, and sunk inwards. He suspected he must’ve damaged the internal mechanisms, because the robot dropped him, spasmed with sparks that lit up the ground for a moment, then fell to the ground, unmoving.
The second began to click and whirr again. He whirled around just as it let loose a blinding glare from its sockets-for-eyes, and he cringed away, ducking. He felt the robotic arm whip over his head and he dove forward, tackling it and tearing at the soft metal. It came apart in strips as if it was aluminum foil – or maybe he was just that strong. He wasn’t sure.
He kept tearing until he was sure the robot couldn’t fight anymore. He sat back, exhilarated.
“WOW!” the announcer jumped in. “THAT WAS AN ASTOUNDING PERFORMANCE. BUT THE SHOW ISN’T OVER YET! WHAT SHOULD OUR CONTESTANTS DO NEXT? CALL IN THE NEXT TEN MINUTES AND SUBMIT YOUR SUGGESTIONS.”
There was a loud ring, like an old-fashioned phone. “HELLO?” the voice asked the caller. “YOU’RE LIVE ON ‘DESTRUCTION OF RANDOM UNLUCKY CREATURES THAT WANDER THROUGH THE STAGE AREA’. WHAT SHOULD THE CONTESTANTS DO NEXT?”
A giggly, high-pitched girlish voice came on. “I think they should all fight each other.”
“Not funny!” Jason yelled.
“Of course it is!” the girl giggled.
“GREAT SUGGESTION!” the announcer boomed. The phone rang again.
“HELLO? YOU’RE LIVE.”
“They should have to fight each other.”
“THE FIRST CALLER SAID THAT ALREADY,” the voice informed the second caller.
“Oh..” The caller hung up.
“TIME IS ALMOST UP!” the announcer boomed, then picked up the phone a third time. “HELLO? YOU’RE LIVE.”
“You should fight them yourself!” The caller sounded excited. “You’re great at fighting!”
“INTERESTING.” The announcer thought for a moment. “YES, THAT IS MY DECISION. I WILL FIGHT THEM MYSELF.”
There was a series of clicks and whirrs, then dramatic fog filled the clearing. Arion waved it away as he crouched beside Nephthys, staring into the gloom.
The spotlight danced on the grass.
“GREETINGS!” the invisible being boomed, his voice even louder now. “I AM NOBODY!”