[Cielmira]

(( Alright then... even though I just went ))

What good timing. Krexix's stealthy approach was swift and unhindered by any of his allies or enemies. With the little yellow robot metaphorically seeing stars there was little in the way to stop the Oerix from tearing this one apart too. His camouflage relinquished to reveal his positioning on the other side of the Metool from the other two heroes. Krexix's arms flashed downward in reach of the robot at his feet and he aimed to repeat what he did with the last one.

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Wily had made the met unable to guard so Knight Man took this opportunity to let his flail loose upon it but before he could raise his arm, a sudden Arm came down upon the helmet robot. The knight hopped back a bit and pulled his shield up to guard himself. As the first one was destroyed, he was pretty sure whatever this unseen force was it could take down the mett.

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Wily laughed, looking at the poor Mettaur. "Hah! Fool! Theres no heat in the world that can break through this Bassanium metal!" Well, wily as always a good liar. Overheating was on the rise in the machine, so wily acted fast and pushed his machine forward to the Mettaur. Wily then grabbed onto the met's helmet, attempting to physically lift the small robot into the air after Knight man's attack landed. Once the met was thrown up, wily wound up a punch with his machine and straight forward jabbed the met once it was aligned in time. Wily seemed bored through, sighing. "Ok, seriously when are we gonna see this copy?! I have a lawsuit ready for whoever copied my design!" Wily asked his allies, seeming serious about his lawsuit thing. "I even built a Prosecution man, and a Judge man!"

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The Met was worried, being unable to seclude itself with its shell due to physical damage. A distortion noise was coming from behind the bot, forming Krexix. The Met was crying "Ooo!" repeatedly in its muffled voice. But it was too late, as the fake got hit by a chained spike ball. The stunned CL-15 clone was grabbed by the Oerix behind him, and was ripped open in the same manner as last time, complete with oil and the device. With the roar from the "griffin" 's mouth, the group continued to Bolt Roundabout.

[Cielmira]

With the confusion of how the final battle events transpired dimming in the Oerix's mind he released the broken pieces of the Metool from his large talons. They clattered against the broken ground at his feet leaving Krexix facing the other two on his team. He had to admit that went over rather well, though these things were but the smallest of pawns and did little to sate his appetite.

The angry shouts from the elderly human didn't seem to provoke anything further from their surroundings. From a brief glance side-to-side it seemed it would be time to move along and continue to find the source to the robot madness occurring in the demolished city. Unless of course there was something in the torn innards of the clones that perhaps the scientific one of the group would like to inspect for clues. Such a thing was beyond the interest of Krexix.

Stepping back and up around some debris bordering their little battlefield, the alien took to a scan of the immediate area to decide on where it would be best to proceed.