The robots

Conan

I stared at the robots before me that had halted, before looking at Brad, Trina and a strange lady in a snowy pack uniform.

She had to be the one controlling these beasts.

She stepped forward with a devious smile on her face.

“You were the one who put my sister in a body bag,” she laughed. “You beat her so much she could not survive, so she succumbed to her wounds. That was my younger sister. I am going to make sure these machines deal so much damage to you, you wouldn’t even feel your jaw by the time they dislocate your body parts with punches.”

I yawned. “You show up at my doorstep intending to have a war with me. I think we should start this war before arguing over who is stronger and who is not.”

She laughed. “A feisty man I see. Very well. Let’s see how feisty you will be by the time they are done with you.”

She pushed a button as the robots all turned to me.

I counted at least twenty robots. The last