(I think those were the last ones)
Upon hearing Sara's question, Prime took a quick look around. Only 10 seconds had passed, but it was enough time for all the robots to be completely destroyed. Parts of the machines were scattered on the ground around Prime and Sara. At that exact moment, Prime's phone rang again, and, as before, a tentacle wrapped around the device, bringing it to Prime's ear.
"If you're done with those, head to the location I sent to your phone. I'll try to gather everyone there"
The call ended after those words, and Prime let out a brief sigh, casting one last glance around. For him, who had faced the robots, it was clear how inferior they were compared to Tony's. Of course, technically the "fight" lasted only 10 seconds, and the robots didn't even have a chance to react.
Overall, the robots were far inferior to Tony's—less durable and with completely ineffective attacks. Although Prime wasn't sure how it would be to face Tony in a fight, he at least imagined that Tony could, at the very least, tire him out for a few seconds.
Setting that thought aside, Prime leaped toward the location indicated by Tony. His claws dug into a building, creating a small hole, and then he jumped again toward another structure. Tentacles emerged from his back, anchoring themselves to a new structure and propelling him through the air.
(This is so much fun! We should move around like this more often!)
Sara's excited response in his mind made Prime smile slightly. It had been a while since they had enjoyed themselves this way. Normally, they only went out like this when their lives were in danger or something really big was happening. Since this time it was just robots, Prime decided he could enjoy a bit more time with Sara.
With his speed, Prime and Sara quickly arrived at the location Tony had indicated. The place resembled a dome, with an interior area that looked like a Western-style environment. Prime landed gently on a steel beam and began searching for Tony. His eyes, much sharper than a human's, quickly located him.
(... He's fighting one of his own suits?)
Sara's question was valid. Prime didn't know if the suit was being remotely controlled or if someone was directly using it. What he did know for sure was that Tony was being severely beaten by the other suit.
(By the way, is this the only suit? Are there no more robots behind Tony?)
Prime shared the same concern as Sara, but he supposed Tony must have managed to shake off the other robots, leaving only this one. However, the robot Tony was facing seemed visibly more powerful.
"Hey, Tony! Need a hand there?"
As soon as Prime asked the question, Tony turned his head and found Prime's white eyes watching him from a comfortable position. To Tony, Prime seemed to be watching the fight as if it were a play, as if only popcorn and soda were missing.
"If you have some time, that would be great!"
As soon as Prime heard this, he extended his hands toward the suit that was fighting Tony. His arms transformed into tentacles that reached out and grabbed both arms of the suit. Seizing the opportunity, Tony kicked the suit, causing it to be thrown backward.
Prime watched, thinking Tony would have to fight a little longer. However, instead of getting up, the suit remained on the ground. Prime wondered if Tony had inflicted such severe internal damage on the suit that it had been destroyed from within.
Prime leaped again and landed beside Tony. While Tony continued to give a few blows to the head of the opposing suit, Prime noticed that someone was inside it.
(It looks like more of them are arriving)
Sara's comment made Prime momentarily forget the matter. After all, it wasn't his concern. However, as Sara had noticed, Prime could sense the approach of the suits.
He also realized that what was approaching was not human. Humans, in general, didn't know how to fly—Tony was an exception due to his suit. Although humans could fly in jets or helicopters, that wasn't relevant at the moment.
At this moment, the suit's helmet opened, revealing the face of the person inside it. Prime was momentarily surprised to recognize a familiar face, although he didn't know it well.
Prime and Rhodes had seen each other during visits to Tony, but they had never spoken frankly. What Prime knew about Rhodes was only the basics, information that anyone could discover with a bit of research.
Rhodes' eyes scanned the surroundings in astonishment. He appeared slightly disoriented to Prime, with his gaze drifting from Tony before finally settling on Prime. Rhodes momentarily widened his eyes before turning his attention back to Tony.
"Aren't you going to introduce me to your new friend, Tony?"
Upon hearing the words, Tony turned his gaze to Prime and, after a few seconds, refocused on Rhodes.
"You have a remarkable knack for asking subtle questions, you know that? But anyway, we don't have time for this. They're coming full force. We need to prepare"
As Tony and Rhodes debated their positions, Prime shifted his gaze around. His incredibly sharp vision allowed him to see the approaching robots clearly. They clearly wouldn't have time to devise a strategy, especially with Tony and Rhodes preoccupied with discussing their positions.
"It looks like we won't have time to position ourselves or prepare"
As Prime's words echoed, the first robot landed, followed by the second, third, fourth, and fifth. Quickly, a series of robots began to position themselves around Prime, Tony, and Rhodes, forming a tight encirclement. Although the situation seemed critical, Prime was not tense; the robots didn't pose a real threat to him.
A brief silence enveloped the area, as if the fight was about to begin with the first move. However, Prime wasn't willing to wait that long. His hands quickly transformed into claws, and simultaneously, Rhodes' and Tony's helmets sealed shut, signaling the start of the confrontation. Immediately, the robots began to advance toward Prime, Tony, and Rhodes.
Gunfire erupted, but it barely bothered Prime. Tony and Rhodes also seemed to be handling the situation well, so Prime decided to focus solely on himself. The first robot had its chest pierced by Prime's claw, and with that same robot, Prime hurled it at another one that was farther away.
Two tentacles emerged from Prime's back, grabbing two nearby robots and slamming one against the other, destroying them on impact. Simultaneously, Prime bit off the head of a third robot.
(Ugh, gross! Tastes like metal with asphalt)
Prime ignored Sara's words in his mind but couldn't help wondering how she would know the taste of asphalt. Putting that thought aside, Prime continued to destroy the robots with relentless efficiency—shattering, cutting, mutilating, exploding, and throwing them. Even Prime found the variations in how the robots fell apart interesting.