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I, Robot Fighter

Aqua stood at the top of the platform looking in the direction that her companions had walked away. She had volunteered to stay behind and keep an eye on their backs, and to make sure that the train was safe as well.

Seconds turned to minutes. Minutes turned to agonizing minutes. But, like the good dragon she was she would wait until she heard word from her friends. She was leaning up against a pillar, clenching her fist while waiting for any word.

She tilted her head to listen when she heard the faint sound of marching; she turned to the direction it was coming from. And she spotted row after row after row of sentry bots marching towards her. She cracked a smile and clenched her fist.

"Showtime," she whispered, and she strolled out to greet them.