The Womb had tried bargaining with the two heroes who had entered the scene, however it seemed they didn’t particularly want to talk. The giant tortoise like machine seemed to be doing something. Positioning itself in a particular way. The Womb suspected this armoured man had fantastic weapons The Womb had never encountered before. Things great writers dreamed of, that have now become a reality. The man in red seemed to have eased up, awaiting the armoured man to make a move as it were. 

Suddenly the armoured man addressed The Womb directly. He claimed the man in red was a faery. [i]A faery eh? I thought they would have been made extinct by now. I haven’t seen one for quite some time…[/i] The Womb kept a keen eye on both the tortoise and the red man as the tortoise spoke. In the corner of The Womb’s eye, he noticed a click, a zoom and a metal piece shot out of the side of the tortoise’s armor. [i]Now![/i] 

A red beam shot out from the tortoise. The Womb tried his best to move, yet the beam was as fast as light and struck his right hand. It cut through half his wrist, burning through his flesh and cooking it. The Wob dropped the gun and screamed out in agony. He clenched the officer in his left hand and gripped harder, hurting the man. [i]These hero's are far more powerful than I had imagined. If I am not careful, they may eradicate me…[/i] 

“Stop! If I release this officer, I shall come quietly and face my trial,” announced The Womb, his eyes darting back and to.