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[So. Christmas was over. Things were settling from the draft. Kotetsu is ready to go out and start this day; he dresses like usual, puts on his hat and adjusts his tie, and moves out the door—and he sees, down the hall, a small group of droids. They turn and look at him, and they're already walking dangerously fast toward his front door from down the way. He slams the door back and runs into his bedroom, slamming that door as well. Not much time, then. He knew what they were here for. Without a moment of pause he slips off his ring and leaves it on the dresser, scared to lose it again, and flips open his journal, sloppily writing a note.]

prooobably gonna be taken by the robots for a while, take care of yourselves — kotetsu

[And then he leaves out the window, glowing blue. They're following pretty quickly, and even with his power on they're proving hard to get rid of. He makes a break for the forest. He runs as fast as he can until he's a good distance, leaning against a tree and heaving a breath. He's so used to using this damn PDA. He didn't even leave it at home. He couldn't, really.

Please don't be afraid to ask for help, if you need it.

You can trust me.

He hears the droids already catching up, and brings up the voice function; he didn't want to tell him what was happening. He really didn't. Barnaby was stressed out as it was with the holidays; him calling him to fight a fruitless fight didn't matter. But. He promised. If he was ever in over his head, he'd let Bunny know.

He talks into the call bracelet the moment it connects, nervous.]

Bunny—

You remember that robot problem they have here?

[Yeah, he was a goner. Sorry, aibou. But at least he's telling you upfront, right?]

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[That's fabulous, because he's in need of some back-up, he's surmising. It's not too difficult to dodge them and keep moving, but... they're hardly scathed by his punches.

They're realizing that he's powered and needs to not be, so when one of their hands expand to show one (1) syringe, Kotetsu's definitely alerted to what they plan on doing with that shit.]

Oi, oi, don't even think about it, you bastards!

[He grits his teeth, throwing one off him while the other clings to him by the shoulder and arm. He's strong, but he's not strong enough to get three droids off him once they have a death grip on him. He struggles while they tilt his head to expose his neck, as the syringe draws close. They're too strong to shake off, they're too strong--]

Wait--!

[ and as usual, barnaby plummets in just in time to save the day.

.. well, in time to postpone the inevitable, at least.

he's nothing but a blue blur crashing into the scene, leaping high and slamming down on the droid with the syringe with all the force he can muster, bowling the thing over. its grip is so strong that even the immense force of his kick isn't enough to knock it from the robot's grasp, but the syringe is only glass, and it shatters instantly.

he lands gracefully, churning up snow and dirt and grass beneath the soles of his boots, then whips around and immediately plunges forward again. ]

Get off of him!

[PHEW. Kotetsu does not like needles. Or, at least, getting drugged by a mystery needle; he's actually more focused and surprised on the fact that Barnaby really managed to get there before they could whisk him off. He takes advantage of Barnaby's flashy appearance to whirl one droid around, slamming it into its friends easily.

Stumbling backward toward Bunny, he rubs his forehead. There's a lovely bump on his hairline, thanks, malnosso droids. Breathlessly:]

H-hey.

[:|;; how's it going]

[ hey broski how u doin.

barnaby's assault is relentless. he descends on the droid again, quick and hard and with the force of a freight train, but to his dismay they are hardly damaged at all. sure, he's knocking them aside, but that's about all -- any other damage is minimal at best.

kicking off of the shoulders of the nearest droid, barnaby lands behind kotetsu, covering his back, tense and angry and just a little frightened. there are so many of them, closing in, and god this feels so familiar in a way that makes his stomach twist. ]

..Hey.

[Kotetsu glances at him, grinning sheepishly. He's been thrown around like human pinball, so his poor outfit is looking a little disarrayed.]

Think they have any weaknesses?

Blunt punching doesn't seem to be doing much.

[Focus, Kotetsu, they're all moving in again. Except now they're all working to kick both of our asses. It comes with trying to help your friend, alas, Barnaby.]

[ there are too many of them. barnaby knows it. they can't possibly win.

but that isn't going to stop him. he'll defend kotetsu tooth and nail, he'll do whatever it takes, he has to. giving them a quick look-over, barnaby squints and readies himself as the first droid approaches. ]

The joints.

[ it's an educated guess. crippling the androids is about the best that they can hope to do; all-out defeat seems out of the question. if only they carried giant destructive plasma guns. ducking a punch that comes way too close for comfort, barnaby sweeps a low, powerful kick right to the android's knees, knocking it aside.

but two more surge in to replace it, and behind them, the first one is climbing to its feet again, all but undamaged. ]

Aaa, right! Let's see how that does--! [He jumps forward, ducking a sweeping hand grabbing for him, and swings a hard right hook into the knee joint, pleased at the way it indents—doesn't fold, but misshapes enough that the robot wobbles on his leg.

Ha. Stupid robot.

But it hardly keeps the damn thing from grabbing him by the collar and flipping him harshly onto his back. He coughs in surprise, but that's all he needs before he's re-cooperated and slams the sole of his shoe right back into the knee again, listening to the crunch that follows.

It's progressively working.

He yanks himself free, letting the droid keep his tie as he rolls back to his feet.]

Hitting the same place a lot seems to do more damage...!

[ .. but it's not enough. sure, maybe if they were only fighting one of these guys, or two, or if they had unlimited hundred power, they would be able to fight them off. but that isn't the case. they're fast, powerful, and there are just so many of them.

barnaby kicks out at the elbow of a reaching arm, then again, and again, until the joint is all but mangled. but that's just one of many, and it just takes too much time. a droid darts in from the right and seizes his leg by the ankle, throwing him effortlessly to the ground at the feet of a pack of droids, which immediately leap to subjugate him.

they're probably going to be red-flagged, aren't they. ]

Edited 2011-12-30 22:52 (UTC)

[It's okay, Barnaby, I got your back!]

Bunny...!!

[Kotetsu flies into action, slamming his shoulder into one of them and grabbing another by the arm, ready to throw him—]

[—only for the blue glow around him to flicker out entirely.

shit]

[The droid slams its forearm into him and he goes flying through the dirt and foliage, just a normal guy now; the breath in him is all but ripped out as he struggles to try and get on his hands. Seeing stars, blotting his vision.

Out of time. Damn.

As he shakes his head, trying to get his vision on track, the droid that had smashed into him walks toward him, as eerily quiet as ever.]

[ there are so many of them swarming over him, forcing him down with their legs, but barnaby can still see kotetsu being flung, he can see the blue glow fading -- and immediately he's launched into panic mode. shouting through clenched teeth he fights and bucks and shoves, hundred power surging through his body. against all odds he manages to fling three of the robots off of him but more rush in to take their place. ]

Kotetsu!

[ they grab his wrists and ankles and god they're so strong, fighting them is impossible. H-01 had been impossible, even two-on-one, but here they are severely outnumbered, without their power suits, and kotetsu even without his hundred power. he fights and kicks and slams into them but there's nothing he can do. desperate panic claws at his chest. ]

No!

Sorry I dragged you into this—[He coughs, the droid's rough grip taking him sharply by the collar, as another one follows and grabs his arm. He tests a struggle, but he's hardly able to do anything but tremble in their grasp.] It was worth a shot. We did our best—

[If he'd been planning to say anything more, a droid with a syringe still intact plunged the needle into his collar, drawing a pained grunt from Kotetsu. Already, his vision was blurring in and out, and he strained to keep awake.]

Jus'... don't hurt 'im... We're done...

[The other droids don't let go of Barnaby, but the two carrying Kotetsu start off into the forest with their captive, oblivious to anything Barnaby's saying; only one goal in mind, and they've completed it.]

[ how can these be happening? now, of all times? it's not fair. it's just not fair. barnaby kicks out wildly, struggling against his subjugators, churning up the snow beneath him but all it earns him is bruises and scrapes. there are too many, too many - he's never felt so powerless. ]

No, bring him back here! Don't you dare take him from me, you bastards! Wait! Wait!

[ it's useless. kotetsu is dragged off, and the droids remain, pinning him down as he struggles and fights, then finally falls slack. his power is spent, his body is spent, and he's silent. five long minutes pass, and only when the droids deem it safe do they let up, quickly pulling away from him and moving, single file, in the direction their brethren had moved off in. barnaby does not follow. ]

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