Submit, War Machine, and your sentence will be executed without undue suffering on your part. Nimrod said.
Justin took a deep breath and pushed himself to his feet. He lifted his arm, and watched as the laser targeting sight lined up on the reddish-purple area on the Sentinel's chest.
There were still too many people around them, some screaming and running, others still gawking at the fight before them. What was wrong with these people? I
It's like they're used to seeing armored men and robots fighting in the middle of their city, or something.
Justin's AI gave him a green light to fire, and the miniature semi-automatic wrist gun fired at the Sentinel. The robotic behemoth rocked back for a moment, surprised, but then lifted an arm and the bullets ricocheted harmlessly, hitting car windows, building windows and grazing a woman a few yards away.
Justin cut off the firing and hit the thrusters on the suit, ignoring Tony's warning that the suit only had twenty-seven percent power left...and the painful twinge in his chest saying he'd been in armor too long.
Nimrod watched Justin come and simply batted him aside mid-flight, slamming Justin into a wall not five feet from where Anya and Steve were located.
Humans, move away from the fugitive. He is dangerous and will not hesitate to use lethal force against you. Nimorod warned.
He did not consider either human a danger at this point.
Justin looked up at Anya and Steve...or tried to. The world was still spinning. "Sir....take your friend...and go. You're both in danger." he panted.
He tried to get back to his feet as Nimrod advanced on all three of them.
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