"What will you do now?" The samurai in black clothing yells with rage.
The grey-blue cyborg is standing in the middle of the crowd, looking chill and unaffected by his united enemies. He tilts his head slightly to the right. Though his mechanical mask cannot show any expression, his neon-blue eyes gleam. He stretches his arms lazily. The crowd encircling him scream and step back in fear.
"We can defeat him." The leader Samurai turns around and addresses the hesitating crowd. "He can't kill us all."
"Lame." The Samurai flinches when he hears the cold mechanical sarcastic remark. His fingers tighten around the hilt of his sword. He faces the cyborg.
"You will lose today."
"You made it easier for me." The cyborg looks at his fingers. "Everyone is here? Do you need more time to call more people? Call everyone. I am starving. I don't want to waste more time a dog."
The samurai's face contorts in anger. "Who is the dog? You will be licking the ground in defeat."
