“There are plenty of organics in the vanguard. I understand that you scuffled with the Secretary of State and survived. Very impressive. However, I am more suited to fighting Earth’s forces.”

“Oh? And how’s that?”

Sam’s sword flew out of his hand and landed on Chitti’s body. He peeled it off.

“Humans use too much metal.”

Sam blinked. He felt a force pulling his body towards the Chittis. It was at this point that he remembered that he was cursed to wear a metal suit for the rest of his immortal life. This, of course, was not ideal for fighting an army of magnetic robots.

Sam ran. Or rather, he tried to. It was more of a walk, considering it was difficult to move his legs. A chorus of HUGHUGHUGHUGHUGs echoed behind him. Every inch of Sam’s body screamed as he tried to resist the force. But it was no use. He could spot a tunnel only a couple of feet away, if he could reach it he could escape— but even that distance felt like miles.

- Ragnarust Round 4