Editing Rapid Fire King:Volume1 Chapter 1 (section)

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The arm launched a metal spear.

The garden of a half-destroyed mansion sat below a fictional morning sky.

A white metal giant clashed with a black metal giant.

They were both nearly 8 meters tall. They were both covered in armor, their joint cylinders made a lot of noise as they moved, and their desire to fight was readily apparent.

But the white machine’s feminine exterior lines looked slender when compared to the black machine’s masculine exterior lines.

That may have been why the white one had more speed than power. As it leaned forward, its leg cylinders supported a powerful full-speed charge ahead.

It picked up speed.

The white machine aimed at its opponent with the metal spear launcher equipped on its right arm’s shield.

Meanwhile, the enemy slashed down at it from straight ahead.

The sword’s shockwave broke the nearby mansion’s windows.

The shattering of glass rang out.

But within that sound that resembled splashing water, the white machine fearlessly continued forward.

It accelerated straight toward its enemy.

It slipped below the swinging sword and crashed its left shoulder into the black machine.

The white armor of its left shoulder instantly shattered.

The black armor of its enemy’s chest also shattered.

The shards of glass in the air hit the two clashing machines and bounced off.

The airborne shards were further shattered and scattered by the shockwave of the machines’ high-speed movement.

The wind blew.

The two machines were enveloped by the solid but transparent mist created from the glass.

Neither one fell back within that mist. They softened the impact by lowering their hips and absorbing the shock with their knees.

The white machine faced forward while opening its leg radiator panels and bearing with the pressure.

The enemy made a horizontal sweeping attack with its sword. It was a massive sword with a long black blade.

The slash was like a black flash of light.

It reached its target, but the white machine was already making its next move.

Its right arm held the shield equipped with a metal spear launcher and it pulled that arm back toward its face.

This was a defensive pose.

At the same time, the sword and shield crashed together. Sparks flew and a red light reflected through the glass mist surrounding them.

Within that scattering red light, the white machine slid back from the impact. There was a cliff behind it. Falling from there meant the end.

So it bore with it. It dug its feet into the ground to stop its inertia from carrying it further back.

It was too busy keeping its balance to attack, so there was a pause until the impact fully left it.

It was sliding and unable to move.

But its opponent showed no mercy. The black machine pursued it, pulled back its right arm which held its sword, and prepared to launch another attack.

But the white machine forcibly corrected its stance while the black machine ran toward it.

Instead of digging its sliding feet into the ground, it lifted them up a bit.

“!”

It stabbed its toes into the ground to kick off and forcibly push itself forward.

Inertia still tried to pull it backwards, but it leaned forward to suppress that.

It looked up to see the black machine raising its sword.

By then, the white machine was already running forward.

It was advancing.

As if seeking out its opponent, it thrust its right arm forward and used a metal spear like a pile bunker.

An empty cartridge was ejected from the launcher and a loud noise rumbled out.

The launched steel spear accurately pierced the enemy’s left eye.

The enemy was knocked backwards.

The spear came out, but the enemy was not defeated. It nearly fell back, but it canceled that movement in the same way the white machine had before. And…

“––––!”

The black machine shouted something in a foreign language. It swung its sword diagonally up from below. The slash was timed such that stepping or jumping back would not be enough to dodge it.

It took a deep step in toward the white machine.

“!”

The black machine moved far faster than before and blew away all the surrounding glass mist with the wind it produced.

Its black blade formed an upwards diagonal strike.

The white one tried to dodge. It straightened up from its forward-leaning pose and took an evasive stance.

There was only one way to avoid this diagonal attack from below and immediately begin another attack of its own.

That was not to fall back.

It was to jump. Jump straight up.

The white machine kicked off the ground to accomplish it.

Its white body leaped with enough acceleration to seemingly launch itself into the air. It had been running, so it had forward momentum. That sent it through a parabolic arc over its opponent’s head.

It used the curved cylinders of its legs to their fullest to propel itself upwards, but that was not enough. Its heavyweight flight was slow. Its trajectory was decent, but the diagonally rising slash was going to catch up.

There was a solution.

It made a further leap in midair.

It jumped off the roof of the half-destroyed mansion.

It accelerated its leap in what was known as a triangle jump.

“––––!!”

The white machine jumped even higher.

It looked down on its enemy from above while performing a side flip.

The enemy’s attack swept through the empty space the white machine had just vacated and then crashed into the mansion.

With a destructive crash, pieces of the mansion scattered around and produced a cloud of dust.

But it was meaningless.

The white one had already passed by overhead and landed behind it. Their positions were reversed and a new series of events had begun.

The white machine turned around to see its black metal enemy’s back.

This would work.

The enemy was quickly trying to turn around, but it was too late.

The white right arm was already aimed at the enemy.

That right arm had a spear launcher attached.

It used it as a pile bunker.

With a deafening sound of impact, the enemy’s right shoulder was smashed from behind.

But this was only just beginning. The arm pulled the spear back, thrust out again, and performed another pile bunker attack.

The white machine swung its body again and again and again and again to send out the spear for more and more attacks.

It gouged into the left shoulder and the right.

It pierced the left leg and the right.

And the back.

They were all accurately broken as the white machine tried to end the battle.

“–––––!!”

The barrage of attacks caused the black machine to shake, but it still tried to move. The white one responded with something other than the spear. It readied the point of its shield like a giant battering ram.

It built up inertia using the great weight of its entire metal body and poured it into the greatest attack it could manage.

A white arc was drawn through the air and a small trail of water vapor briefly formed behind the leading edge.

It brought destruction.

That destruction came with an ear-splitting sound of breaking metal and a shaking of the air.

The battering ram stabbed deep into the enemy’s back.

But it still was not over.

All at once – yes, all at once – the white machine lifted the black machine in one arm.

Metal strained, heat filled its joints, and an odd sound came from its motors.

It ignored it all to end this.

“!!”

The white machine also shouted something in a foreign language.

It used just its right arm to pick up a mass of black metal larger than it and lifted it into the sky.

The sky was blue.

The morning sun had yet to rise into that foreign sky.

But there was wind which blew away the surrounding cloud of dust and the lingering glass mist.

Two seconds.

That was all it had taken for the white machine to bring it all to an end.

After lifting its enemy high into the sky, it slammed it forcefully to the ground.

The black machine crashed noisily down.

The ground shook, but there was no cloud of dirt. It had been slammed down in the mansion’s garden where four o’clock flowers grew. The yellow, red, and white flowers scattered like feathers to decorate the black machine.

The battle was over.