Dark Soldiers
“X-02, attack pattern Delta.”
The robotic panda’s eyes focused on Bryan. With startling speed for its size, it raised one arm. A panel slid open on its wrist, and a searing beam of condensed light shot out.
Bryan yelped and dove sideways, the beam scorching the floor where he’d been standing.
“OH, CRAP!” he shouted, scrambling to his feet.
Emma screamed and started sprinting in a random direction. “AHHH! I DON’T WANNA DIE!”
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