A quick 36 rock breaker blows to the right knee joint sent the robot to the ground as Ranma nimbly avoided its clumsy grapple.
‘Nah.’
Ranma risked a quick glance around, before returning her attention to her foe. She was finding that robots didn’t ping her danger sense the way living beings did, so she had to continually scan the area for additional threats.
Wind and Rain pounded the ground around her as she back flipped out of the way of the robot’s new ‘club’.
‘Using your own broken limbs as weapons? Cool!’
Not that a 7 foot tall killing machine wasn’t enough threat on its own, but the continual change in weather and terrain held it’s own dangers.
Ranma sprung forward, prepared to end this battle, only to stumble as the rain became almost painfully warm, deactivating his curse as the ground beneath his feet turned to sand.
Stumbling forward into a lightning quick jab, Ranma was thrown backwards.
Rolling with the blow he quickly sprang back to his feet, shaking sand from his hair and circled to his right.
‘How the hell did it repair itself?’
Ranma glared up at the robot as it turned, keeping him in front of it.
Another quick scan of the area confirmed he was now in the middle of a desert with the temp quickly approaching boiling. The sun overhead was nearly blinding as it bounced off the pearly white sand that surrounded them.
Taking in the claws that now gleamed on its hands, Ranma growled in annoyance, removed his shirt and wiped his brow.
‘Damn. I only have one set of clothes with me.’
“Can you hold this for me?” Ranma called, as he balled up his shirt and threw it over his shoulder.
****
Storm watched with glazed eyes as Ranma went toe to toe with the metal man. Blows were exchanged at a blinding pace with the android getting the worst of it.
‘A shape changer? She must have changed to increase her muscle mass.’
A warm breeze swirled around the control room, as Storm watched Ranma’s sweat glazed muscles gleam in the artificial sunlight.
Unnoticed a small panel in the wall opened and deposited his shirt on an empty chair.
****
Stumbling back covered in dents with its right arm missing and dangling wires sparking erratically it was unable to avoid Ranma’s final blow, as he brought its own severed right arm down on and through its head.
The robot fell with a loud thump, raising a small cloud of sand around it.
Tossing the arm on top of his now defunct Training partner, Ranma smirked cockily and said “That all you’ve got?”
Bruises and cuts covered his torso and forearms. Dismissing them as unimportant he rolled his shoulders and cracked his knuckles.
It had been an enjoyable workout.
The scene around him changed again. He now stood on the deck of an aircraft carrier, as it swayed under a swiftly darkening sky.
Simultaneous clanks sounded as twin bots stepped out onto the deck in front of him.
Twelve feet tall with glowing red eyes they towered above him. Slowly, with heavy thuds that shook the deck, they advanced on him.
‘Me and my big mouth.’
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