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Damnit, there were too many of them... Running through the crowding stadium, Jonas proceeded duck as one of the robots attempted to bash him with the butt of the rifle. In return, the doctor gave this machine a quick check up. For the first part, there was jamming a knife into its head, and the next using that momentum to flip over and bring it to its back... or rather knees. It was easily destabilized as it keeled over.

There was the facet that it was still trying to blow Jonas' head off, albeit, somewhat slowly as it started to aim once again. Finding another right by him trying to blow his head off, he quickly pivoted behind it to use as a shield...

It took some of the blows from the other robot before trying to readjust itself to hit Jonas... only this time, it was too late as Jonas inadvertently shoved unlucky red shirt #2 onto the #1. While they weren't exactly destroyed, they would probably waste more time trying to get back up as the nomad sped off.

Ugh, this would be a little easier if he didn't get separated from Klara... like hot damn, that was just a mess back there with multiple robots piling onto that platform... there was no way they could take em all on, much less two of the larger robots! Shaking his head, Jonas shoved one of the robots into another, causing a pile up of three bots. He felt a shot brush past his face as he turned to eye them...

Oh well, this whole thing could of gone better, but it just made it easier to snatch the prize away... after all, he was going to need it to pay all four of them... oh, right, he recruited Flatty Matty too... wonder how she was handling herself with the group? Maybe she got lost, or they figured a way to ditch her. Jonas shook his head as a shiver went down his spine.

Adults should not at all work like that... maybe whoever managed to ditch her would get paid extra?

Jonas stabbed another robot in the face as he destabilized one by pulling its leg out before quickly dashing into the bathroom. Alright, so this is the next best place for cover considering there are zero bots in here. Alright. Breathe in, breathe out... focus Jonas. As he stood completely still, Jonas began putting his energy into creating exact look-alikes of himself, the four of them forming around the doctor.

... and then blam, all of them came into existence. This would make getting through the robots easier... Eyeing them all over, he tossed two knives to each of them before being the first to run out. As he dashed out, he made sure to attack and destroy a few of the bots. With their resources and forces diverted and focused on him, the clones went to work, picking em off, causing what looked to be some form of mass confusion amongst the robot soldiers... or that's what it looked liked.

Once that was over with, they dashed off... before Jonas noticed an awfully familiar uniform. That logo... mmm... maybe... just maybe.

Aw heck, why not have another wager today? He did deduct that they were probably going for the prize and he had no idea where the room was located.

Keeping an eye on the man, he slowly made his way through, doing his best to avoid conflict with the bots as he dashed, tripped, and dodge them. The clones mimicked him to some extend with Jonas sometimes having to take a blow for one of em. Sure, he could just let em go pop, but he knew how he worked and there was no way he was getting another clone until they all popped.

Had to be prepped for anything...
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After stalking this jackass like prey for what felt like an hour, he hid behind a corner as he heard the man smugly claim the prize was theirs. He did denote that he hadn't gone in yet which made it perfect for him to take out without a mess... He was more than thankful that there weren't a lot of robots around this area as well...

But making a lot of noise? That would definitely warrant their attention.

Anyways... slow and methodically, Jonas left his clones behind as he silently descended on the poor fool who was too enamored that he didn't even notice the doctor was behind him... until his head was being smashed into the wall two times. Disoriented and bloodied, the man turned around as if a drunkard with a hangover. He was holding his head and the guys nose was distorted in so many ways possible.

[b]"Waff thu' h-"[/b]

The only sounds that could be heard was a crack as Jonas' fist went straight across the guys jaw. With those turns of events, the man collapsed like a rag doll. Whipping his hand back and forth, he was certain he cut his finger on one of the dudes now missing teeth, but that wasn't important. Urging his clones to rush in, each of them quickly and efficiently went in one by one.

Looking inside the room, this was... not a bad payout. Could be better, could be worse, but he could make do with satisfying the others. Scratching his chin, he did eye what looked to be a strange trophy with a woman engrave on it. Looked pretty old too in comparison as he picked it up and studied it for a bit...

[color=598527]"Interesting,"[/color] he murmured as the clones were at work, snatching up all the money. Turning back to look at the entrance, he walked near one of the clones and, erm, "shared" the weird trophy with each of them before stepping to the side and began overlooking the area.

"... [i]Dab a dab a dab dibbiddy bab a bab bab![/i]" Jaden loudly shouted his battle cry as he literally appeared in a cloud of smoke, and kicked one of the clones square in the face - and Jaden didn't even notice the dude disappearing in thin air! Arriving on scene, he looked around... it was a bunch of clones. And they all looked like real fuckboys. But, that wasn't important... they were taking the prize money! Yo, what the fuck!? This asshole thought he was going to get away with the prize money with his legendary circle-jerk technique alone? Preposterous! Jaden grinned as he slowly drew a sword from his back. Looked like Dr. Faggot here was about to have a challenge! He ninja-stepped forward, and swung his sword at another clone.

"Give up the cash, fag!" Jaden shouted, "It's now property of Raldo Enterprises, baby!"

Looks like he wasn't the only one who had the same idea taking the money for himself. Expected, but what he felt was rather... disturbing. This guy had a pretty good influx of ki and just took out one of his clones, causing the money to scatter. The doctor didn't waste any time as he imbued one of his knives with ki and focused since this totally inconspicuous samurai jack off decided to slowly remove one of his blades.

Glad to see someone was stupid enough to try and style, but he was still kind of worried as he frowned... and immediately dashed forward with an incredible burst in speed. Once he finished that sentence, the Doctor was already on him as he tackled the larger man, knocking them both over as he jammed the knife into the wannabe ninja's gut.

[color=598527]"Nah, that investment's jus' financial suicide."[/color]

Jaden groaned in pain... but this ain't the first time he's been stabbed baby. There was that time he tried talking to that girl that wasn't quite a "girl" and... he was getting off track. The only thing that needs to be getting off is this asshole. Thinkin' he can out play the player? Oh, really? Well, when pigs fly.

"Heh," Jaden groaned as he clenched his teeth. "Only suicide I see here is..."

What this jackass didn't realize was that Jaden's a certified ninja! And the top ninja for that matter. He quickly put his swords away, and grabbed onto Jonas. He kicked off the ground, and rolled over, quickly pulling a reversal on the poor dude. Once he was on top, he charged his hand with ki, and... backhanded Jonas across the cheek. The good ol' fashion bitchslap, baby!

"... You fightin' me, brother." 

Jonas winced and barred his teeth as his head rebounded a bit to the side. Of course, as grating and ignorant as that line was, Jonas came back hard as he swiftly used his closest bag to reach into his bag and retrieve a needle before his speed wore off... which was kinda any second now. [color=598527]"If that's whatcha see y'might have glaucoma."[/color]

The doctor didn't waste any time jamming the needle into Jaden's skin as he spoke, along with injecting the contents into this wannabe samurais blood... [color=598527]"... time for a check-up."[/color] And with that, Jonas casually ripped the needle from his flesh. Jaden groaned for a moment as the needle penetrated him.

Good. At least now the Dreadlock Samurai's wit would having something in common with his motor skill for a while.

"... Did you just stick a needle in me, or was it the wind?" Jaden asked, incredulously, as he felt wobbly for a moment... but that wasn't going to stop him. This wasn't the first time Jaden was roofied! He pulled both of swords, raised them into the air, and brought both blades down on Jonas.

The moment those swords began soaring downwards was the moment his plan began to click into place. The effects of the medicine began to undercut this foolish samurai warrior's attack as the two katana's descent began slowing down. While Dreadlock Samurai was going through the motion, Jonas used his superior speed to outmaneuver his opponent, via, rolling to the left side.

[color=598527]"Let me clarify that with one statement,"[/color] he uttered rather loudly with an expressionless stare on his face. The doctor then ricocheted up, drawing a knife from his coat as he imbued it with ki. Once at the apex of his arch, Jonas brought not only his knife down, but a knee up to the large man's chest.

... and before he knew it, another knife was plunged directly into Jaden, and Jonas had delivered a crushing blow with his knees to the wannabe samurai's lungs. [color=598527]"Both."[/color]

However, even though his reflexes and body was slowed, Jaden was still the number one ninja baby! He wasn't going to let this scrub get the best of him, he still had both swords in hands! Pfft, what an amateur. Didn't even disarm his opponent. When the knee came up, Jaden put his swords sideways so his faggy knee went right into it! Getting sliced up and everything!

Well, after that counter, he couldn't tell whether or not he would need to create stronger dosages of that drug, or that these were expired. There's no way in hell he should of been able to react that fast, let alone get his katana into his knee. Regardless, he felt some pain surge into his leg as it began cutting into his skin. Even if he were to stop there, he would have to deal with the time it [i]took[/i] to stop, meaning that he would probably have a blade a third of the way into his knee...

Unless...

Jonas, despite all reasoning, kept going. He was a man with a plan as he began imbuing the wounded area with ki, halting the blades cut to some degree as he continued his ascent. Swiftly, he forced the ridges of the katana into Jaden's ribs, whilst the tip of the blade went into his pelvis. The doctor didn't waste any time as he let go of the knife's handle, and produced another knife from his sleeve.

Jaden pulled the katanas away the best he could under the effect of this drug. They stabbed into him, but they didn't dig into Jaden's flesh as much as Jonas was hoping. You see, Jaden imbued the areas the blades were poking of ki of his own, and raised his defense a bit. What's more, he was using the ki in his body to eliminate the drug. Easy as one, two, three... but, he shouldn't let Dr. Faggot know that. So, Jaden stumbled back a few steps, slurred. He hopped back up, and stared him down.

"You're gonna have to try a lil' better than that to take me out." Jaden said, "But, if a date rape drug is the best in your arsenal... this will be easy."

Oh good, he was backing away with two knives sticking in him... He was definitely going to have to retrieve those from his still-warm corpse after this all. Jonas' thoughts raced back to the drug as he looked at the guys movements. They went from pseudo-slow to some random ass that was drunk on a Saturday night was mighty suspicious.

If this hack thought he was fooled, this samurai had something else coming at him.

[color=598527]"People have tried dating you, nevertheless drugging you,"[/color] he asked in a loud, surprised manner with a false bravado as he grinned widely. [color=598527]"Wow... those people must have pretty poor standards,"[/color] he barked back, pretending to limp with his injured knee.

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As the battle raged on between the ninja and doctor, the clones managed to swipe all the money as they continued beating each other down. Eventually, all three of them eventually bounced out of the room with precision and agility, dashing past some of the robots that attempted to shoot, but inadvertently missed. Good, looks like all was going according to plan for one of the two nomads... unless there was an outlier, of course.

"... I'm gonna have a dance party on yo' grave!" Jaden shouted as he rushed Jonas, both hands on his katanas. 

[color=598527]"After this, that dream th' only thing you'll save,"[/color] Jonas grumbled as he drew a knife from his coats sleeve. While he was coming at him, Jonas shoved another hand into his bag while he began focusing his energy, quietly breathing in and out.

The two clashed, as the whole area went black. They both swung their blades as they zipped past each other. Jaden ended on the opposite side, seemingly with not a scratch on him... then one of his dreadlocks fell off. 

"Mutha-" Jaden said.

Jonas looked back, tilting his head downwards with a curious frown. Precise, but not close enough since he didn't even slash his face, or the samurai's neck. [color=598527]"Oh good, I've gone from cutting arteries to c-"[/color]

Jonas didn't even get to finish his sentence before he noticed that part of his green shirt was sliced cleanly from his muscled breast all the way down to his abdomen. A few blue bruises could be seen here and there... Well, crap... he liked that shirt. Then again, he liked all of his green shirts, so eh.

Quickly pivoting around, Jonas began to move once again at that unnatural speed when he tackled Jaden earlier, going on the offensive as he raised his fist to try and punch this annoying samurai. However, Jaden saw the attack coming, and moved his body to dodge the attack with amazing speed. Faster than Jonas'. He quickly said,

"Stick to cutting hair," Jaden said. "Because you punch like a [b][i]BIIIIITCH![/i][/b]" 

He swung his leg towards Jonas' head to hit him with a roundhouse.

There's a thing called adaptability... and from the looks of it, this foolish samurai thought he had the high ground, hah. One should never assume that, lest they would befall defeat...

As Jonas saw the knee fly towards him, he cocked his head to the side as his skull became infused with ki...

And slammed it straight into Dreadlocks knee; a sickening crack emanating from the black man's joints as his skull began to leave an impression on the mans leg. [color=598527]"Nah, I'll stick to breaking knee's."[/color] Jaden fell to the ground with a roll. 

"Ouch."

He used one of his katanas to prop himself up, and narrowed his eyes at Jonas. "That's not how you use your head!" He said... before he realized something. Something important. He wasn't here to fight this fag.

He's after that paper, baby!

... and despite his valiant attempts to keep his head, that came with a price. Limiting his knee's bleeding and filtering out some of the pain with his ki ended when he delivered all of his remaining ki to his head. As he ricocheted off the mans now shattered knee-cap, he crashed to the ground, straight onto his arm.

He clenched his teeth as he winced a little, looking up to see his pants becoming a dirty shade of red before looking up at that bastard of a samurai.

 Jaden did the good old salute! "Sorry, I'm needed elsewhere!"

He disappeared into a puff of smoke... very nonchalantly ending the fight.

But, in the distance, Jonas could hear something...

"[i]HOUDINI![/i]" 

... and son of a bitch. The bastard teleported his ass out of there! And more so, he attuned his ki senses to try and target him... and what the Doc found was rather troublesome. Not only was the guys ki rather far along, but that thug he bested earlier was gone too. As Jonas began to stand up, he limped a little weakly before crashing onto his other knee.

Furrowing his brows, he sighed as he shook his head and slowly began to focus as he looked into the hallways, now occupied with more robots than earlier. Great. At this rate, there was no way he was going to be able to catch up to the weeaboo, let alone escape with all the money... and to top it all off, he had less ki thanks to his cloning ability... excellent...

On the plus side, it wasn't hard to tell which clone he was heading for at this rate. Well then... if he was going to probably target [i]that[/i] one, best he drag out the chase as long as possible. Jonas smiled a bit as he finished transferring all of his ki into his damaged knee.

[color=598527]"There... that should do it for now,"[/color] he huffed and puffed to himself. Now he was in a dangerous predicament more than usual as he stood straight up. Ruffling his hair, he looked at the few knives that littered the room and shook his head.

Guess it was time for another sacrifice.

Jonas slowly dashed around as efficiently as he could, gathering all the remaining knives in the vicinity before mustering his strength as he ran towards the opening and jumped. As he jumped, he jammed a knife into the wall above the rooms only entrance and exit as he swung back and stumbled upon his landing.

He repeated the same thing, having the knife be a little more off to the side.

With everything in play, it was time to begin his strategy on getting the hell out of this machine infested place. The Doctor hopped up and swung like a pendulum before latching his undamaged leg onto his knife as he looked downwards.

He then took in one huge breath...

... before letting it all out.

[color=598527]"Come and get me ya sonsofbitches!"[/color]

That shout emanated throughout the halls, drawing some of the robots attention. This was like something out of a horror move as he heard their mechanical 'clink, clanks,' as they moved forward. Jonas could only breathe in and out, waiting for the moment of reckoning as each passing second went by.

Blinking, Jonas squinted as he saw one of the guns poke into the room. His breathing slowed down to a near halt as more and more robots entered the room. They all were at work, investigating the scrapes on the walls, the blood that caked the floor, any little bit as to clue them in to what might of happened here...

... and eventually one turned their heads towards the ceilings. Nothing.

The only thing that was of worthy value were two knives aptly placed above the entrance and exit of the room.
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Slowly running, Jonas tried to keep tabs on the samurai as he used every little obstacle, every little pillar to keep out of the sights of the robots. Depending on where their shot landed at this rate could be fatal to him. Staying silent, he peeked from behind a pillar as two robots patrolled past him. Their march was slow and methodical, both heads constantly moving side to side.

Thankfully, he was much more observant than a bunch of mass produced robots some hack inventor churned up to invade the stadiums... but why?

[color=598527][i]"Was it for the money,"[/i][/color] Jonas pondered as he soundlessly ran across the area, keeping an eye out on those infernal machines. He dismissed it as quickly as he thought of that, arms swinging in the wind as he continued at a more faster pace. [color=598527]"No, there's no way that makes any friggin' sense at all,"[/color] he uttered to no one in particular.

Even though he insulted their creator's abilities, the fact that there were so many of these droids running amok meant that they must of costed a lot to make, especially since each of them would of had to be outfitted with guns. He recalled how much money he saw and he was certain he could bet the whole pile on the fact that all of these robots costed a heck of a lot more to make than the prize money offered.

Jonas dismissed the weird trophy as well, as he had no idea what intrinsic value it might hold... there's no way some museum director or merchant ordered some inventor to fetch it for their collection... considering how much money was probably lost on the destruction of these robots, the price to pay would of probably drove them bankrupt.

Jonas shook his head as he thought of more reasons as to the outlandish arrival of the robots as he ducked into an empty lounge overlooking the stadium. Chairs and tables were knocked over as one of the tvs that were on was showcasing some soap opera. Save for the chaos and the sounds the tv played, this place was eerily quiet.

The Doctor would of investigated for about ten seconds and move on, if it wasn't for him spotting the bar. It was laden with half-filled glasses, some spilled over the counter as he stared at the variety of drinks behind the glass cabinets hanging from above.

He still wanted to try his hand at cocktails, even after this whole excursion. Tearing the cabinet door open, Jonas snatched a bottle of Cachaça before placing it gingerly in his bag. Hopefully this time he wouldn't have to use it as a weapon on the fly as he ran out of the door...

... and straight into two passing robot mooks.

Of course.

Drawing a knife, Jonas immediately lunged at on of the heads, jamming a knife and twisting it around causing a crackling of metal. While the other one reacted to take aim, Jonas countered this by shoving the other robot soldier who tried to grapple him... and they almost toppled like domino's.

He would of been good to run if the other bot decided not to spray a hail of fire as on shot landed right in his left lumbar region and gave him a bit of a cut across his face. While this shouldn't off affected him, Jonas clenched his teeth as he drew a few more knives and went to work, disposing of the robots by targeting the joints, leaving them unable to move around.

[color=598527]"Shit,"[/color] he hissed to himself as he took sanctuary in the lounge, stripping his coat and shirt off. Looking through the bag, he eyed a few of the items there. Gauze, alcohol, the works. His eyes were cast upon the artifact for a brief moment before he went to work on himself. Humming one of Beethoven's Symphony's, the doctor made quick work of patching up the wound as he wrapped himself up and got dressed.

[color=598527]"This... this is nothing,"[/color] he sighed to himself, glad that his more vital areas were secure. Taking a brief glimpse outside the window, he noticed the large mechanical creature amongst the swathe of locusts. It was like a spider, but what was more surprising to him was the ki he felt from down there...

[color=598527]"... guess they got all the bombs,"[/color] he muttered to himself, disinterested in the large monstrosity, despite the sort of ominous nature it gave off. As tough as he assumed it was, if they could take it down, they just might be different enough to make a change...

Grunting, he halted by the door on the side of caution, making sure no robots were patrolling before dashing out of the lounge.

As he went, he ran, he hid, he dodged, he destroyed, he survived.

Rushing down some stairs, he ducked behind a wall as he heard the ding of an elevator he set up. His breathing was low as a few of the robots he saw took notice of this... and when they were inside... Jonas smashed the button and kept running. The doors slowly closed as he went past and thankfully, they didn't' react to it on time...

Perfect... while some of the exits were blocked off, he did his damndest to stay hidden or take out any robots as silently as possible since the area was littered with very few nomads and was mostly occupied by this mechanical adversaries.

... and just as he ducked into a stand, things went from better to worse.

In the midst of a second, a huge explosion happened some distance away, followed by another one near by. Jonas' hiding spot was fleeting as he made a run for it, avoiding being crushed by the debris and rubble that followed. The other nomads and robots... they were less fortunate, becoming trapped and crushed by the arena.

They didn't matter, he had to keep going. He just couldn't stop for anyone, no matter what. Shoving robots and civilians alike, Jonas made his way through the panicked crowd as they either got lucky, got shot, or got crushed. Stopping a few feet, Jonas saw as a civilian and nomad were crushed right before his very eyes, only making out a few limbs that made it out alive...

He was relatively unfazed by this as he heard the screams and smelled the blood, jumping over the metal and concrete and launched himself from the top of it, kicking down a robot to secure a somewhat uncomfy landing.

After running around for the past few minutes, he finally saw what looked to be the exit with a few people dashing out to safety. Great.

As he looked outside, he felt someone bump into his sides. They didn't matter. None of this mattered. What mattered was that he was still alive and kicking. The adrenaline in his veins slowly came to a steady halt, and his own breathing returned to normal as he positioned himself to leave. Adjusting his collar, Jonas adorned himself with the same look he always wore - affable and composed.

Just as he was leaving, he took note of a couple near the exit, one of which whose leg was caught (more like crushed) under some rubble. The babbling was obvious, comparable to a b-rated movies drama. Jonas saw as the remaining roof above them was ready to crumble.

Anyone could of saved them... but they were just a face in the crowd, just as he. Just like the others he met and fought. They might of stuck out, but still, he could of just passed people like Otsana, Brenda, and Klara by, not even batting an eye...

While he was paused, he watched, and left. Left the sobbing couple to themselves, left the crumbling stadium to its demise. What only mattered now was himself, his clones, and his group... if they lived.

... and right on cue, two of them popped out from the crowd, silent as ever, their faces easily comparable to stone. Good. He could no longer feel the ninja's ki, nor his third remaining clone at this distance, but that was a relief... holding a palm to the temple of his head, he stared at the other buildings encompassing the arena, albeit at a distance. A few cars were struggling to clear the crowd as he continued to go with the flow, staring at the collapsing monument...

... and within seconds, it was reduced to nothing but rubbish... concrete, metal, glass, scattered amongst the flames.

Studying the area, he focused, calmly honing his ki as he did his best to avoid the "white noise" of the crowd and their ki... both of his clones guarded him closely as he leaned on the wall, squinting his eyes as if to discover something useful amongst the rubble... until finally found their presence. Otsana, Brenda, and Klara. Letting out a breath of fresh air, he was glad to discover that this landscape didn't become their tomb as he pushed himself off the wall.

Putting on his smile, Jonas took one step forward as he began fighting against the ebb and flow of the crowd once again.[/center]