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Reaped by Robot Scythes

Crunk
The sound of a heavy metal foot on cement. 

Crunk
Another sound making the earth tremble a bit. This time a whirring sound.

Chunka-clunk
Max dared not let out a breath. His fingers coiled around the trigger, ready to get into action. But, now wasn't the time. He knew that what he was up against was way out of his league, but he would face it if the task came to that.

Crunk
Closer but still unsure.
Bricks fall close by . 

Cha- Crunk!
Another step close. Too close. Max prepared for the battle; he kissed the tips of his guns and closed his eyes for a fraction of a second. Sweat dripped from his forehead, and he didn't dare wipe it.