shekel
Sluxy
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George Droyd made the first move. With a guttural roar of "AYO HOL' UP!", he charged, his heavy metallic feet cracking the pavement. His chest cavity hummed, emitting a low-frequency wave that distorted the air. "I CAN'T BREATHE!" he bellowed, the sound warping into a tangible sonic weapon designed to incapacitate biological targets.
CyberNutt remained motionless. His optical sensors glowed a cold, dead red. The sonic attack washed over him, causing minor static in his audio receptors but having no effect on his cybernetic systems. His internal processors registered the attack as "Ineffective. Biological target assumed."
"Assumption is the mother of all fuck-ups," CyberNutt's monotone voice modulator crackled.
The top of his head split open, and the plasma cannon emerged, glowing with white-hot energy. A searing beam of light shot out, scoring a molten trench across the ground where Droyd had been a nanosecond before. Droyd, despite his bulk, was surprisingly fast, having sidestepped the blast.
"GONNA NEED A BIGGA GUN THAN THAT, CRACKA!" Droyd taunted, his fist crackling with blue energy from his Fentanyl reactor. He closed the distance, throwing a punch that would have turned a normal man into a fine red mist.
CyberNutt met the punch with his own forearm. The impact sent a shockwave through the square, kicking up a cloud of dust. Droyd was sreal womanger, his raw force buckling CyberNutt's arm plating.
"Strength is irrelevant," CyberNutt droned, his free hand snapping up to grab Droyd's face. "Pain is an illusion. Only the end is real." His thumb pressed against Droyd's optical sensor, trying to gouge it out.
Suddenly, the air around them shimmered. Dozens of holographic $20 bills, all featuring Droyd's face, fluttered around them. It was a disorienting storm of fake currency.
"YOU WORKIN' FOR ME NOW!" Droyd laughed, using the momentary distraction to wrench his face free and land a solid, energized punch to CyberNutt's chest. The blow sent the cyborg stumbling backward, sparks flying from a newly formed crater in his torso.
CyberNutt's targeting systems immediately recalibrated, filtering out the holographic noise. "Distraction is a tactic of the hopeful. I have no hope." He raised his head, the plasma cannon whining as it charged to maximum capacity. "I only have my purpose."
Droyd charged again, seeing his opponent damaged. "IT'S OVER FOR YOU! I'M FINNA GET MY KNEE ON YO' NECK!" He lunged, wrapping his massive arms around CyberNutt's upper body, beginning to squeeze. Metal groaned and bent under the immense pressure.
"I guess that's it." CyberNutt stated flatly.
Trapped in the crushing embrace, CyberNutt angled his head down. The plasma cannon was aimed point-blank at George Droyd's chest, right where the Fentanyl reactor hummed loudest.
Droyd's single eye widened in realization. "SHEEEEEEEI-"
The world turned white, as a distorted version of Over the Horizon blasted. The resulting explosion vaporized the entire top half of George Droyd, sending his legs toppling over in a shower of molten slag and fried circuits. CyberNutt was thrown backward, his own body heavily damaged from the blast, his head-cannon a smoking, ruined mess. He slowly, painfully, pushed himself back to his feet, smoke pouring from his wounds. His mission was not yet complete.
K.O.!
