That, unfortunately, was about the time that I came up short against the far wall of the place. Maybe the room was big enough to host a smalltown political rally, but when you’re at top speed, running and ducking and just plain sprinting for your life while these heavy fists came smashing down all around into the places you’d just vacated, believe me, I kinda wished I’d come to the voting bloc of a more metropolitan area.
“Oof!” I grunted, hitting the wall, hands out, then using the bounceback momentum to spin myself around, claws out and humming with vibro energy. For the first time I could look up at the robot that’d been chasing me around the place, while it paused, savoring the moment, knowing that it had me cornered. “Yeah,” I growled up at the big, underbite-ugly metal mug rig
