[center][Neo Metal Sonic, Above Pacific Ocean, Late Morning]

[b]"Hehehe...flee fleshbags, my work is far beyond even your most advanced comprehensions"[/b] Metal Sonic's amused voice apathetically chuckled outwards, even through all of his programming and coding somehow managing to formulate emotion. Unlike the models of Metal Sonic before, Neo was self-programming, self-coding, and self-evolving every passing day. He was, after all, Robotnik's finest and grandest accomplish besides his notorious yet decimated Death Egg. Keeping his heavy suppressing fire on the vibrantly-colored, seemingly teleporting beings, the robot caught glimpse of yet another figure growing close to the aura of chaos and violence that the robotic outlaw was emitting.

[b]"These mortals are but a waste of my time, I cannot be distracted by their petite distractions."[/b] the ignorant, clearly prideful being remarked, his arm folding the machine gun as Neo Metal Sonic swiftly turned around. Hearing the screeching, hissing sound of compressed steam flowing freely outwards, the obnoxiously loud yet efficient engines of his jetpack violently roared outwards, the metallic robot mad for power beginning to flee the scene once again and make his way closer to Japan. In the back of his manufactured mind, he knew that he wasn't going to get out of this battle too easily.[/center]