"Alright, you know what?" You crack your knuckles. "Let's do this. Nothing lethal, first one who can't get up loses. Any questions, Prez?" Something in your brain clicks when you accepted the offer. It's too soaked in tar to remember but this feels familiar.
"Oh, it's on! See, Zayne?" He turns around as he addresses the other android. Frankly, you're glad you're fighting Presley instead. "You owe me six bucks later! I told you the fucker wouldn't pussy out!"
[HOPELESS WRECK] ONLY BECAUSE WE KNOW HE CAN'T FIRE THAT GUN. HE CAN'T DO ANYTHING SERIOUS.
[DYING LIGHT] I wouldn't underestimate him. People are far stronger than how they first seem.
"FUCK YOU! I'M STILL BETTING HE'S GONNA WIPE OUT AND CRY LIKE A LITTLE GIRL." Zayne barks back while lifting a set of weights. Poorly, you add. "I'M GETTING THOSE SIX BUCKS BACK!" The employees you were talking to kinda just scoff in response.
"Ten bucks on Admin." Lily pulls out a small wad of cash. Celanine pulls out another wad. "Twelve on Presley."
"TWENTY ON ADMINISTRATOR, TEN ON PRESLEY." Q2 states.
"No betting for me. Whoever is the best wins." Uriel shakes his head before going back to his book.
The two of you walk to a spot of the training room that's clear of too much clutter or equipment you could accidently bash into. You want this to a quick and non-lethal fight, nothing that needs a mechanic or a medic to deal with. Well, with the coat, you're more worried for Presley.
Presley places AFYN into a holster wrapped around his waist before holding out a hand to you. You look at the hand with a bit of confusion before grabbing onto it. The two of you shake hands. "Hey, I might as well be respectful before the winner is decided. Even if I'm pretty darn sure."
"GET HIS FUCKING ASS, PRESLEY!" Zayne bellows. "OR I HAVE TO GET HIS ASS FOR YOU! C'MON, C'MON, FIGHT FIGHT!" He throws some wimpy looking punches at the air while getting himself all hyped. The two of you awkwardly laugh at what you're seeing.
"Is he always like that?" You haven't had too much experience with using him as an employee. You give a look towards Presley. He looks both motivated and disgusted at the same time. "Yes. Ya don't know the half of it."
The two of you eventually back away from each other as Uriel approaches to be the neutral referee. "Alright, you two. When I count from 5 to 0, you'll go at it. Try not to kill each other."
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fp7ZMwe1fHA - A FIGHT AGAINST A ROBOTIC COWBOYPresley is already preparing himself. You take a moment to run through all of the possible openings you could do. There's nothing truly on stake here except for your pride and respect of your employees.
[HOPELESS WRECK] WE'RE ALREADY PATHETIC LOOKING! WE DON'T NEED TO LOOK WORSE! PREPARE THAT SPIT!
<span class="mu-s">The Administrator vs Presley King, begin!</span>
