The man turned back to the other car, idly noting the fact they were nearing Sanctirum. They could be good for him, if the police machine didn't want to make a scene. It could be terrible for him, if It decided a scene was quite alright and called in reinforcements. He moved a hand though his hair with a sigh, taking out a small dagger. He would just have to end this quickly, slamming the bottom of the dagger's cylinder like handle as he heard metal being ripped apart, the machine staring at him with his green visor as it climbed on top the train car.

If the man didn't know matter, he would have thought the machine was glaring at him.

"Enough." It warned. The man gave the most subtle of flinches at this, subconsciously stepping back. After all, there were many things one did want to hear, and a robot showing emotion in their voice was one of them. Especially when that emotion was anger. It gripped a hold of the mechanical sword impaled in it's chest, tearing it out, sounds of metal grinding against metal filling the air and silver liquid pouring out of the machine's damage torso. "Evidence." It noted, pointing the sword towards the man. "Of your crimes, and soon, of your death."

"Not very professional for a cop." The man muttered, gritting his teeth. "If you think I'm going to let yo-"

"It doesn't matter what you let me do. You're powerless to prevent me from doing it." The machine interrupted, walking towards him. It pulled back the sword, and charged forward, and the man could swore the machine was [i]smirking[/i] at him. "Goodbye, Unit-V." Despite the cold, mechanical sounding voice, it still sounded pleased.

"Uh. Well. Fuck you too, jackass!" He shot back, driving forward and stabbing the machine with the dagger, plunging it into the existing torso wound. His body begun to shake, his skin paled, as silver "fuel" covered his hands. If this didn't work, he was dead. He tried to ignore the fact that the machine had shown that there of a chance of him being dead even of it did work. "You're one stressful son of a bitch, you know that?" He told the cop, looking up at it's face and smirking.

It said nothing, simply raising the sword. If the fool wanted to try something as ridiculous as stabbing as his final attempt at victory, then let him. A bit disappointing, but it was to be expected by such a man. 

The machine's thoughts were interrupted, as a golden brown glow escaped from his chest. This proved to be the distraction needed, as the criminal jumped back, his speed allowing him to easily escape the machine's grabs. "What did you do?" It asked, feeling magic attach to it's metal body.

"You know, nothing much. A tracking spell mixed with some earth element. I believe they used such a thing to build walls of earth back in the Marker War?" The man casually explained, a pleased look covering his face when he heard it. The rumbling of the earth, then the sound of groaning metal, as a spike of ground shot upwards, stabbing though the train flooring, then roofing, before striking the machine. It impaled it, tearing though blue armor as though it was paper, despite the robotic cop's attempt to lunge forward to dodge or, the man was guessing, to grab him and pull him into the spike as well.

He stumbled, as the train car was forcibly ripped from the rest of the. He looked back, and his pleased look faltered, replaced by a terrified one. Though it had been stopped, the machine's green visor still glowed, directed squarely towards the man. "If that thing doesn't kill me at the end of this, it'll be a damn miracle...."

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"You alright?" He asked, dropping into the train car and finding Mandy, hoping beyond hope she wouldn't notice how pale he was. He had won, yes, but only due to being lucky, and he knew that. If that spell had activated even a second later, he would have been dead by his own sword. Add the fact that didn't even [i]finish[/i] the mechanical law enforcement, and this "Unit-V" was silently thanking whatever gods would listen.