[ZeroXSEED]

Originally Posted by Eratas123

Just a quickie

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Patience was a virtue, or so Irish heard. Many an enemy in history supposedly fell when they let anxiety and anger overtake them, only to end up dying because of it. While Irish himself was not a believer of the phrase, he nevertheless let caution and analysis drive his actions, and never gave in to the desire to rush out like a suicidal idiot. Considering the many times it saved his life, he promised to himself that he would always be cautious in whatever he did.

"SHINONONO!"

A promise he was unfortunately breaking.

When Irish was dragged here, kicking and screaming even when he could barely see, he knew there was a possibility of him dying if he didn't cooperate. But he didn't care about. He stopped caring about his own life long ago, and his anger was the only thing keeping him going right now.

Across from him, he could see her. Shinonono Tabane, the famed inventor of the IS. She was a polarizing figure: Many looked up to her, some feared her, and everyone wanted to know about her. Irish was none of these. What he felt for her was hate, pure unbridled fury and loathing. He would've given up everything just for the chance to kill her.

And he was going to get his wish.

She was defenseless, or at least she appeared to be. While others might see her ignorance of him as careless or ignorance, it wasn't. It wasn't due to ignorance that she didn't pay attention to him, but out of simple lack of caring about him. He barely registered as ablip to her, whether as a threat or as an ally. There were only three people she cared about, and he wasn't one of them.

A fact that he was all too willing to use to his advantage. Despite the fact that he was outright yelling at her, she seemed to have no idea he was even there, continuing to tap on the holographic console with a manic glee at her latest project. Irish smirked inwardly and pulled out his knife. Over half of it had been destroyed, but the remaining half was enough. Enough to pierce into her flesh and drive the life out of her body.

He stood up. Despite his body begging him to sit down and let himself heal, he stood up. He could see the blood from his arms dripping onto the floor in quick drops, the suit trying and failing to restore hos body to working condition before he collapsed. It was futile. He needed proper medical attention, and he sincerely doubted he would get it here of all places.

He walked forward slowly before breaking into an all out run. The distance between the two of them wasn't massive, but he wanted to finish this- NEEDED to finish this before he collapsed and fainted again. Every footstep sent his head reeling and the urge to vomit increased the closer he got. He suppressed them all. This was his one and only chance of doing that which he had longed for, for 8 years.

He sprinted the last legs of the attack, his footsteps echoing all over the chamber as they clambered against the metallic floor. Just when he was within striking distance of her, he raised up the knife, taking a moment to relish in the fact that he would finally succeed, and brought it down hard on her.

Or so he thought.

What echoed all over the small room was not the sound of flesh being torn from bone, but of metal clashing against metal. Irish stared, wide eyed, as the knife was stopped just a couple of inches from the mad scientists neck by a metallic claw.

"What....." He stared at the white claw, unable to react as it grabbed his knife and crushed it mercilessly between its metallic fingertips. He could feel the shards of metal explode outwards and dig itself into his arm, rendering him even more injured and useless than before.

"No one shall hurt Tabane-sama."

He didn't cry, nor did he scream. He simply glared at the source of the voice. Kuu stared back at him, her face completely neutral even as specks of his blood ran against her cheek. The 13 year old girl found nothing alien or surprising about killing or injuring others, a similarity she and Irish shared.

Irish pulled back his left hand and attempted to punch her, an action which was met by another metallic claw grasping his remaining appendage. He could feel her strong grip on his arm, unwilling to let him go lest he try harm her beloved Mother again. He still didn't say anything, only taking deep breaths and trying in vain to remove her hold on him.

".....Sorry." Kuu pulled her left hand back and punched him in the stomach. Irish felt bile rise to his throat as he was pushed forcefully away from his target and back into the opposite wall through the simple attack. His stomach area was bleeding heavily from the strike, and yet again the suit did its best to repair it and make sure he lived.

"......I'll kill you....." Irish breathed out weakly, "......Or you kill me....." His vision was tainted red. Blood dripped slowly down from his forehead and back onto the white floor. He could taste blood through his mouth and he could feel it dribbling down his chin every time he breathed. Every part of his body ached and bled and even his white hair was covered in the coppery liquid. He would die if he kept going.

Across from him, Kuu just sighed. A small, almost invisible frown touched her lips before she went back to her normal neutral expression. Without another word, she nodded and readied herself. She had to defend her most precious person at all costs.

The inevitable fated fight of revenge.

Nothing wrong I can say, as good as usual standard. Clearly, you're doing a good job able to keep your writing style consistent even across different fics.

As for Heel o' Wheel (and variations), indeed it's a common Real Robot trope. Good for moving fast without being ridiculously fast, and gave plenty of options when fighting in cramped spaces.