Six robotic animals against three members of Vanguard. And Mxy -- who, along with his chocolate sasauge, had created an enitre meal of chocolate chicken, green beans, mashed potatos. The dessert, however, was a pie made out of processed chicken. Oh, the irony.
"Right, well, let's get started." Leslie reloaded the ammunition of her pistols. "Right, Brianna, you take out the sparrow and the crane. I'll take the ram and the puma. Tiberius, you tackle the bull and the raccon."
Brianna looked irrated. "Did you give me the bird robots because of the wings?" Leslie didn't answer. "You're stereotyping, you know. I'm not 'Bird-girl'."
Leslie didn't miss a beat. "Bird-girl, move your ass."
Brianna sighed and resigned herself to her fate. "This is Bird-girl: arse moving now." She openned her wings and pulled herself into the air.
Mxy saw her come close and was inspired to cheer Team Vangaurd on. Gone was the chocolate picnic, replaced by a new fantasy. He was dressed as a cheerleader, with a huge 'V' on his chest, shouting "Two-Four-Six-Eight-Who do we appriciate?" Brianna gave him a wink as she flew by.
The six robots approached the three. "Ready!" shouted Tiberius. He did not appear overexcited or scared, but had a cool look on his face. Let danger come, he was ready for it.
Leslie raised her guns. "Aim!" She'd have to do some tricky shooting, since random shots did nothing to the robots. But then again, Leslie was good at being orginal like that. It felt so good to be back.
"Fire!" Brianna shouted. She filled up her lungs with as much air as possible...
