"DIE BASTARDS!" he screams. A group run up, standing tall on their spindly legs. Kyle charged his plasma blaster. "Red hot and ready to roast". He fired a stream of plasma, cutting through the Dakures. As Kyle fired the thrusters, he fired his small, weak machine guns. He pulled out a CD labeled "Techno Ass-Kicking Music". Loud, pulsing techno rock flows from the speakers as Kyle initiates hand-to-hand combat mode. The ShadowHawks thrusters were blazing as the robotic fists flew through the air. A Drakure crumpled and exploded, killing two other Drak's as well. The Drak that was left stood taller than the others, massivly taller. A small group of needles shot at him. They peirced the ShadowHawks armor, and one had broken the seal of the cockpit. Kyle wedged it out and hit the reverse thrusters. The SH blasted backwards and kneeled, almost like someone picking up a quarter. The Back missile launcher came into veiw. The Drak tried to escape. "TARGET LOCKED" flashed upon the screen. Kyle hit a button on the screen. Four missiles launched and sped up to the Drak. They exploded in rapid succesion, spilling guts and metal everywhere. "COMBAT MECHANISIM DE-ACTIVATED". "Damn, I need repairs." He entered a few coorodinates and sped off to the base.
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