"You think this will be enough to stop us?" The humanoid robots in the air began speaking in unison, their voices echoing dramatically.
The effect was cool, like something out of a sci-fi movie.
As I hovered in the air, holding the old president like a trophy, I couldn't help but "marvel" at the absurdity of the situation.
Here I was, in a city that was the peak of both power and technology, and their best response to threaten me with a bunch of flying robots that talk in unison?
"Well, this is quite the reception," I announced, my voice echoing through the air. "All these advance weapons and gadgets, and you still resort to sending Grandpa here to do the leading?"
The armored personnel below exchanged uncertain glances, probably wondering how to deal with a floating magician who had just snatched their president.
Meanwhile, the robots continued to hover around me , making sure I would not be able to escape.
