His part of town?

[i]His part of tow-[/i]

No, no, focus. Evil pizza delivery robots. And they [i]were[/i] evil. He couldn't quite put his finger on what it was that made him so sure, but Daisuke figured his gut instinct had to be worth something. They just [i]felt[/i] wrong, in every way possible. And since his brain didn't have any better theories, gut instinct it was. But seriously. What was that dumbass doing? Gonna punch them? The big, four foot tall, yellow-eyed, demonic looking metal fuckers?

Christ, at least grab a fucking brick or something. Debris [i]everywhere[/i], and he wants to use his hands. Daisuke snorted to himself, swinging the pole down from his shoulders and into a readier position, swiping the air experimentally and advancing on the evil robot legion. The latter involved moving left, interposing himself vaguely between Kimiko and the enemies and making the left flank more accessible to him. He swung again, metal swishing through the air in answer to their growling threat.

Noooo, no, no, no.

This was [i]his[/i] route to McDonalds.

Evil pizza robots had no place here.

"Alright, ya pieces of shit! Fucking bring it!"