"That's good." The man answered. "Kids these days give up too easily, I've noticed." He said, standing up, noticing the train slowing down.

"Anyways, you have a good life, miss. Good luck at your university." He told her, giving a small salute, heading into the aisle of the train, looking right at the figure.

A tall, metallic figure, with sharp edges and heavy armor. Covered deep blue, the white mark of the Sanctirum Law Enforcement on it's shoulder. A Magically Automated Law Sentry, but most just knew them as cops.  This one had a signifying mark, a deep cut cross it's green visor.

"Hey." The man told it, giving a small smirk, holding out his hand, crushing a vial he had taken out of his jacket. A sword formed in his grip, as the police machine's armor shifted into heavy gauntlets.

"Do not try to run this time." The machine said.

"Not making any promises."

And suddenly the two rushed forward, metal meeting metal as sword clashed against gauntlet, the force shattering the windows of the train. The two locked stares, nether being distracted by shards of glass flying pass them.

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"Stopping the train just for me? I'm so flattered!" The man laughed, ignoring the screams of the passengers, leaping back as the machine threw a punch. He lunged forward, going for a stab, only for the machine to twist out of the way. The man ducked, narrowly missing his head being taken off by a fist as air rushed past him, slamming the bottom of the blade's hilt into the machine side. There was a [i]click[/i] as electricity begun to crackle around the sword, the sound of which made the police machine side hop away.

The man charged forward, taking up the offensives, giving a vertical slash. The blade was stopped by the machine grabbing onto it, ignoring the electrical currents rushing though it, pulling it forward to drag the man closer, following it up with a punch to the stomach. The air shot out of the man, his eyes widening at the pain. The machine continued with another punch, only for the man to let go of the sword and drop to his knees to dodge the hit, taking out a dagger and  slamming it into a space in between the machine's armor. Taking this chance, he pushed backwards with his legs, putting some distance between them.

"I was hoping I didn't have to do this, since I liked that knife." The man said, panting for breath. "Ah well, what are you gonna do?" He asked, snapping his finger. The dagger begun to glow, it's magic activating. The machine reached for it, but was too slow, as it exploded and filled the train car with smoke. The man covered his mouth with his arm, trying to stop himself from breathing in, as he stepped back, expecting this to give him a moment or so.


He was wrong, as the machine fling forward from the smoke, both arms perfectly intact. "The he-" the man started in disbelief, only for his head to be grabbed and slammed into the wall of the train.