The practice field was something of an arena, with seating and a retractable roof. It reminded Gray of gladiator fights. The condemned dying, in the days before the Kingdoms, before any sort of gun was first created. Grey examined his Mauls, tucked under his arms in tonfa mode. He'd made them to be flexible in combat... plus, it was kind of hard to argue that two shotgun barrels aimed at one's face was enough to make some Hunters nervous. "Combat simulation preparing," the guard's voice came through a set of speakers. "Beginning in three... two... one."

Trap doors in the ground opened, and the AK-100s came to life. They were bulkier than the AK-130s that had replaced them, and even more than the AK-200s that had replaced [I]them[/I]. They were somewhat tougher, but their weaknesses were extremely apparent in a real combat zone. They were slow, and as agile as a Goliath; the other was their AI programming. Unlike their successors, the AK-100s could not adapt to changes in situation, and were easily destroyed when a new tactic was used.

Gray took a breath, yellow eyes focusing. He didn't need his Semblance now, even to avoid the stun-gunfire from the androids. He did something most would consider suicidal: putting a set of ear buds in and taking the time to find
[Url=https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=E39MEY-5CDA]the right song.[/URL] only when it began did he charge into the melee.