Jet Hand Swipe

They ran. But where, and for how long? Brolin bought them precious time with suppressing fire but every second gained was just a second farther down a sharp-jutting cliff.

The hand came back, and this time Brolin didn't have the chance to fire back. As they stumbled through a gap in a chain-link fence the robot's fingers dredged the dirt behind them. The fence, the concrete, the trees came up in a tidal wave of earth that crashed after them. Gloria continued forward at a stoop with her hands hovering over the back of her head to protect it until there simply was no more ground beneath her and she pitched and rolled onto a street. Cars squealed left and right of her, pedestrians sprinted and screamed. Sirens howled in the distance and a helicopter had already taken flight to buzz around the robot's grinning face. An ambulance careened around a corner and smashed into a sedan. Glass shards zipped and splattered into dust when they struck the bright yellow forcefield Brolin summoned around them.

- Voeltz Finals