Air Man was in the arena first, hoping to forego theatrics and just get the fight underway. In one hand he clenched Pandora’s Box, and in the other he can’t hold anything because it is a cannon arm silly! He stood patiently, waiting for his opponent’s arrival.
An air vent's grating falls down to the floor, its metallic clang breaking the silence. The Necronomitron crawls out of the air duct and descends, its eerie green glow tinting the lights as it floated past them. The book was ready to prove itself. It was ready to prove the might of a Martian.
And with the signal of the ref, the battle begins. Airman quickly hops onto his hoverboard Item-2 and takes off into the air. Pandora’s Box shifts into a glaive and Air Man takes a swipe at the book. Necronomitron dodges the blow easily and stretches its tentacles out, grabbing the hoverboard and preventing Air Man from flying away. Air Man turns around and attempts to fire a tornado shot into the book’s eye, but a beam of telekinetic energy grabs the arm and quickly snaps it, rendering it useless. Air Man opts for a simple thwack with the side of the case, causing the tentacled tome to release its grip.
Air Man flies away and begins to tinker with his broken arm. He can’t seem to get it operational, so he decides to switch to using his fan to fight. The book flies towards Air Man as the massive blades that made up the robot’s torso begin to spin. Before they could reach a decent speed, Necronomitron had already closed the gap and reaches forward with its four tentacles. Air Man tries to whip Pandora’s Box around, hoping to cut off one of the wriggling arms, but gets a nasty slap to the face instead.
Air Man picks himself up and dusts off the fragments of Item-2. He looks around, trying to find where Pandora’s Box had tumbled off to. He sees the black case and dashes for it, his fan blades spinning inside him preemptively in case the book tried to block his running. The book hovered downward, allowing Air Man to grab the case without harm. Air Man wheels around and turns the briefcase into Pandora’s massive Grief form. He hurls the bladed boomerang towards the book, whose telekinetic powers stop it an inch from the book’s green eye. The box shifts back into its normal form and begins to compress. The sounds of breaking metal are heard as the box is contorted into a ball and tossed to the side.
Air Man looks on in horror. He’s lost his cannon arm, his hoverboard, and Pandora’s Box all without inflicting a single blow on the tome. Well, it was time to change that. Air Man charges towards the book, his one working arm grabbing a tentacle before the alien tome could react.
One of the martian book’s tentacles is ripped off in a spray of green blood. Air Man cheers and smacks the book with its own tentacle, slapping the book down to the ground. Air Man places one of his heavy metallic boots on the book and reaches down, pulling off another one of the book’s tentacles. Necronomitron’s green aura wavers as it struggles to regain control of the situation.
Something in the air vent begins to stir…
Air Man reaches down to pull of another tentacle when suddenly Lily Limbcake falls down from the air vent and onto the wind-based bot’s back. Air Man’s good arm reaches up and tries to pry off the demented girl, but she moves around too quickly to be caught by the robot’s uncoordinated swipes. Scuttling like a cockroach, Lily’s claws dig into the bot’s chassis as the Necronomitron floats back up into the air. Ms. Limbcake’s claws tear off a huge chunk of Air Man’s back, exposing his inner workings. She bites into the wiring, but the electrical shock sends her flying off and into a wall.
The Necronomitron goes to retrieve his minion as Air Man runs towards the Pandora’s Sphere. He snaps off his own malfunctioning cannon arm and picks up the metallic ball. He wills it to shift into a rocket launcher as he places the orb near the spot where his left arm once was. The orb struggles to create the weapon as it forms around the remaining part of the robot's arm, managing to produce the barrel; just enough to create a functioning missile launcher.
His weapon now working, he prepares to turn back and change the tide of the battle, but without warning Lily is once again on Air Man’s back.
Lily’s claws scrape the robot’s paint before they slash into the Robot Master’s eyes. Both of Air Man’s glass eyes shatter, leaving the robot blind. However, one of Lily’s claws gets lodged in the eye socket, allowing Air Man’s working arm to grasp her waist and pull her off his back. The beastly girl screams at the robot as he blindly pulls up his weapon and jams it into her open maw. As soon as he feels the pressure of the barrel against the back of her throat, he fires a rocket.
Lily’s upper jaw goes flying out of the arena as her limp body falls to the ground. Air Man has no idea if Lily was dead, but he could feel Pandora’s Sphere rumbling on his shoulder. Before he could detach the malfunctioning weapon, it explodes, taking out what remained of his arm and his shoulder. Air Man stumbles from the shock of the blow, but he isn’t dead yet. The Necronomitron was still somewhere in the arena, and he was going to destroy that book somehow.
Air Man’s malfunctioning body begins to play music originally meant to signal his superior fighting power, but now only served to cast an ironic light on the situation. If no one could defeat Air Man, how could he be in such a sorry state while fighting a simple book?
Necronomitron floats in one place, hoping not to give the injured robot any clues to his position. It begins to think of the best course of action. Lily was now useless, all weaponry on the battlefield had been destroyed one way or another, and the robot’s mind was somewhere unknown to the book. It could try to rip off its top, but it had the feeling the mind would not be stored in such an obvious place. That was the problem with robots; it’s near impossible to know how to land the killing blow.
The dark energy that had spawned Lily began to flow back into the book. It began to feel reinvigorated. Its tentacles begin to heal back up, and it suddenly realized what its next course of action should be. The book lands on the ground and opens up. Another figure begins to emerge from the tome…
Air Man hears the book stirring and begins to rev up his central fan. He couldn’t see what the book was generating, but he knew that it was time to whip out the heavy artillery. The fan’s blades begin to spin at ludicrous speed, creating hurricane force winds that blow towards the book. The book is unphased though; the figure it was creating had finished materializing and was blocking the wind. Surprise, surprise…
Return of the Martian!
The odd beaked mouth of the Martian lurches forward, barely missing Air Man as the wind’s strength begins to push back its targets. The Martian digs its tentacles into the ground as best it can as the wind begins to tear off bits of alien flesh with its sheer power. Air Man stands unflinchingly, hoping his wind was doing something to his foe. The tiniest bit of an eye remained, but it lacked the ability to make out anything more than a giant silhouette. Air Man’s chest blades begin to wobble in place, the strength of their spinning proving to be too much for the Robot Master’s frame.
But they didn’t need to hold much longer. The Martian’s massive frame becomes dislodged from the ground and goes hurtling towards the Necronomitron. The book is crushed under the weight of its former body, and the martian begins to dissipate into green energy and flow back into the book’s pages. It regretted manifesting its alien form before having enough power, but the fight was not over yet. Air Man had heard the howling of the Martian as it flew through the air and the thud of it crushing the book. He let his fan slow down and stop spinning, his insides burned from the overuse of energy he needed to maintain such a powerful wind blast. The Necronomitron saw his foe weaker than ever, and it knew it was time to go in and strike a final blow.
The book attempts to float over to the blue robot, but he finds that his spine had been broken by the collision with his reincarnated body. Pages flutter out as the book’s tentacles try to keep its entire contents from spilling out. It lands back on the ground, opting instead to take out its foe with its telekinetic abilities. It attempts to will a green light to tear out the machine’s fan, but it only manages to create a weak green beam that fails to even reach the blind robot. It had used up all its power on its failed resurrection attempt, and it could only look on in horror as Air Man’s chest fan begins to spin again.
The winds quickly whip up again, but this time they were pulling the book towards the robot rather than pushing it away. The book desperately tries to grasp at something to keep it from being sucked in, but it found nothing. It hurtled towards Air Man and the robot’s spinning blades. Before it could be sucked in though, its tentacles grasp the rim of the central fan, keeping the book from getting cut apart. Pages spill out of the book’s broken spine and are torn to shreds by the fan’s spinning. Every page that is torn to shreds causes the book to get weaker and weaker, and soon, its tentacles no longer have the strength to keep it away from the chopping blades…
Air Man hears Gezora announcing the KO and shuts off his blades. The covers of the Necronomitron spill out of his chest, only a small chunk of pages still left intact between them. Its green eye no longer glowed. Suddenly, Air Man’s insides erupt in a terrible green fire. Air Man runs about frantically and then falls to the ground, its internal wiring incinerated before anyone could douse the flames. People crowd around, worried that it may have been a double KO. Air Man manages to give a weak thumbs up with his remaining arm to a roar of applause. His central fan and leg wiring had been burnt away, but his mind and arm still worked, and in Fite Yer’ Mates, that’s more than enough to be declared victor.
Gezora goes over to inspect the book’s remains. It begins to read the few remaining pages in the book, curious as to what dark secrets they may hold…
“It’s pretty boring actually…”
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