“I wasn’t trained for this,” she noted, her voice practically dripping with sarcasm.

In all honesty, no police training ever had random killer robots’ attack in mind. It was mostly how to deal with common criminals - the kind that used guns and such - how to talk with civilians in the field and how to write clean and easy to understand reports. Not that she ever needed most of this information.

“I am a very good learner, though,” and her arms were enveloped with pure electricity, ready to go wild and unleash hell and misery upon those poor sods that she decided to use as means to vent her pent-up frustration, which was quite a lot all things considered. 

It took her ten years of non-stop schooling to become qualified for the police work. It took even more to grow from a hopeless rookie to a respected officer. It took nearly all of her of live to become a woman worthy of her father’s respect. It took one bad call and a bad day to send this all to hell.

[b]Bolt: 10 HP
Tech Squid: 5 HP [-4 HP, 4 attacks][/b]

Xudarian. Daxamite. Earthling. It didn’t really matter anymore. In the heart of battle, the only thing that remains true is the simple face - there’s an enemy before you, and they would be destroyed. And destroyed with lightning, with fanfares and glory.

“I would normally tell you your rights, but given all of you are robots and most likely not sentient, I’ll spare you the lip service. If you understand me, stop moving and play dead! And please, I beg you, don’t.” Arima smiled, showing pure white teeth in an expression of pure elation.