As the doors burst open, the bots surged into the room like a metallic tide. Jared leaped into action, his serpentine form a blur of scales and speed. He wove through the horde, his claws rending metal and his tail lashing out to trip and tangle.
"Hey, scrap heaps!" he called out, "Did someone forget to update your programming? Because you're moving like a bunch of rusted-out relics!" He ducked under a bot's swinging arm, then spun to deliver a crushing blow to its midsection.
James, meanwhile, darted forward. He vaulted over a bot's shoulders, using its own momentum to send it crashing into its comrades. As he landed, he whirled to face the next attacker, his tail whipped out, coiling around a bot's legs and yanking them out from under it. The machine toppled, its arms flailing comically as it hit the ground with a resounding clang.
James allowed himself a small, satisfied smirk before turning to the next opponent, his body coiled and ready to strike.
