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As the man pushed his luck by making a move to touch him, he leered over him with a look of contempt mixed with amusal on his face. He practically dared him to the metal.
Unfortunately or rather fortunately no more would come from this as an unfamiliar maniacal cackling began, though it's owner became obvious on appearance. Firefly had come back to finish the job, and he did, quickly dashing Mister Combustible to pieces on the pavement.
The fight was predictable in that there was no coordination, just a cluster of bees swarming a wasp and stinging it to death. Despite all the ongoings the robot found himself uncaring of the fight, the cluster would only make him less effective in combat. [color=red] "This is beneath me." [/color] The machine said to himself.
He swiftly took a step out of the crumbling building and let gravity pull him down before flipping and righting his body and flying to a more stable building. Before Firefly's inevitable death he needed to test something. It would serve well as a distraction if he was wrong.
Ultron was trying to get in that helmet the pyromaniac wore, or rather any of it's communication devices. If the AI succeeded he'd take the opportunity to say just one thing [color=00a651]"Firefly..."[/color] But not in his own voice, he'd use Lex Luthor's and gauge what little reaction he'd provide to further his theory.
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The drones would have been unbothered by the flames but it seemed as though Hershel had it covered with his magic. [color=ed1c24]"Impressive."[/color] The dominant drone remarked. The others looming over survivors and protecting them, like a flock of sheep. They were soft and pitiful, they needed the protection, but Ultron himself was keeping his distance elsewhere.
Watching as the hero went off to save the day the drone looked at the way the fight was going [color=ed1c24]"Well this could be troublesome..[/color]" An ominous remark as it looked toward the sky as it began to rain. The drone raised an arm as if ready to blast Firefly but with a subtle shift in it's footing it went wide causing a blast that was more of a distraction to those fighting the pyromaniac. The machine didn't need him alive he just needed an answer.

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