arms seemed damaged, but they looked like they were ready for Round Two anyway. I considered just leaving the Training Room, but I figured that if I didn't take them down here, then they might just leave the Room and attack the others, because these robots apparently decided to be the Terminator today.
So I carefully put Blizzard down on the snow behind me and then turned to face the two training robots again. I punched my hand into my fist and said, “Okay, you two. I was just playing earlier, but now I'm serious.”
The two training robots probably didn't understand me, which was fine, because I could still turn them into tin cans anyway, but then they did something unexpected. Instead of charging at me, they started to transform.
The second robot's head retracted into its body, while its upper torso lowered down into its waist, its arms clasping to the sides of its legs. The first robot, meanwhile, jumped into the air, its legs folding upwards and attaching to its arms. The first robot landed on the second robot and I heard a loud click as the two fitted together.
Now there was just one robot, rather than two, and it was a lot bigger and tougher-looking than the original two.
I groaned when I saw it. How could I have forgotten about the practice bots' combination ability? I had to admit, though, that it was pretty cool even if the robots had only combined in order to become a more efficient killing machine.
But I could take it. I flew at the robot, but it moved out of my way quickly. As I flew past it, it grabbed me and slammed me between its fists. It was like getting crushed between two boulders and I struggled to break free, but the robot was stronger than I thought. It just squeezed me between its fists, so I decided that if I couldn't punch free, I'd fly free.
So I activated my flying power and shot upwards, forcing the robot's hands to jerk upwards. The sudden upward movement loosened its grip on my body, allowing me to fly out of its grasp. I stopped when I was near the ceiling and looked down at the robot just as its hands folded into cannons.
I tried to remember what it was going to shoot when its cannons exploded and two thick steel nets flew out of them. I tried to dodge them, but the nets hit me before I could dodge and I was knocked out of the air again.
I crashed into the snow, which broke my fall somewhat, but the fall still jarred me. Nonetheless, I tried to free myself, but the netting immediately electrocuted me, causing me to gasp in pain. My suit and natural strength protected me from the worst of the electricity, but it still stunned me anyway.
Then I heard loud footsteps coming toward me and I looked up to see the robot standing above me. Its cannons folded back into its arms and were replaced by a sword and a normal hand. It grabbed the netting around me and lifted it up even as I started fighting against it again.
“Hey!” I shouted. “Let me go! Put me down!”
The robot didn't seem to be listening to me, however. It just raised its sword hand, aiming at me. I realized that there wasn't enough room in the netting for me to dodge the sword. Unless a miracle happened, I was about to become a human shish kebob.
That was when I heard Blizzard shout, “Bolt!” and I looked over in time to see Blizzard standing up. But she didn't look normal. Her eyes, hands, and face were all glowing white. Snow was rising slowly around her, while the temperature in the Training Room seemed to drop another ten degrees in a second.
“Blizzard?” I said. “What's—”
A gigantic snowstorm suddenly came out of nowhere. It even took the robot by surprise, causing it to drop me to the floor. The impact was jarring, but in comparison to the robot, I thought I was doing pretty good for myself. The robot was staggering backwards, waving its sword arm wildly about, but there was nothing for it to hit.
Then ice started rapidly running up its legs, only this time much quicker than before. The robot didn't