The M.A.T.T. was on your tail faster than you could blink, the robots incredible leaping ability outmatched your cyborg endurance. You knew if you didn't whirl around now and train a gun on him at this exact moment he would be on you.
The sniper was too slow for your speed. She was a cyborg, you can tell by the hair. You were quick on your feet, and not limited by fleshy organs. You weren't aiming to kill, but your options to incapacitate were dropping fast. You were going to have to do something. Suddenly she spun around and trained a large caliber gun on you, creating a silent tension on both parties as they trained their equally matched weapons on eachothers bodies. It was possible both of you were going down. You might have to kill...
This wasn't Holly's first time she looked a M.A.T.T. straight in the visor, and she didn't intend it to be her last. His lack of expression frightened her, but also filled her with envy. Nothing like a good poker face on a Mexican standoff.
