Surprised by the suddenness of the enemy robots quick reaction to her robot appearing, Tiffany’s other-self was slow to recover from the recoil of a second blast, which had knocked hers down.<br/><br/>“Fine! You want to play that way.” Tiffany shouted into the mists of the dream-scape. She mentally willed her robot to lunge and punch the enemy. The wild hay-maker was easily dodged. The Enemy robot countered with yet another blast. This time Tiffany’s construct was knocked into a building destroying the facing.<br/><br/>At this point Tiffany’s Other-self was sweating from the exertion of keeping her robot stable after the beating it was taking. One more try, this time throwing some of the ruble at the enemy robot. A lucky shot connects and cracks the beam lens. The next beam shot blows half of the enemy’s head off.<br/><br/>This give’s Tiffany’s robot a chance to get up and attack, grabbing its right arm and giving it a mighty kick. The now one armed enemy tumbles into another building. Tiffany’s robot, arm club in hand closes in.<br/><br/>After several minutes of beating the enemy robot to death with its own arm Tiffany’s robot stands victorious.<br/>“One down five to go.” Tiffany’s other self says to no one in particular. The robot scoops up Tiffany’s unconscious body and leaps to the top of a nearby building to try and find the next enemy robot, arm club still in hand.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>