Guess who’s on mobile babyyyy.

Meddy smiles, covering up the extreme amount of pent-up relief inside of her.

Meddy: More or less. As time goes on, you’ll get better at managing your WE more effectively. Hopefully, though, there won’t be many cases where you’ll need to use it. I mean— I’m not saying you shouldn’t use your abilities if you want to, just that—....

Meddy seems to be dawdling around what with what she’s actually trying to say, struggling to make eye contact.
———————
So for a normal robot master or character around that caliber, what would qualify as the actual maximum and minimum stats? Also, is there actual leveling up involved???

As the two enter the elevator, she sets the coordinates to the default floor.

What seems to be the problem, officer..?
( MOTHERF--)

[And that's it from me on this one until Mighty responds]{spoiler}

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Meddy begins to become overwhelmed by the rapidly increasing amount of them, desperately trying to hold on to Taurus G's wheelchair.

HDSJKBKEMLASKFMLASKMFKSALFMGBJNKTHERE'SOMANYOFTHEMALSFKAS

Oh-- Right!

Meddy quickly spots a spare elevator down the hall, shortly thereafter traveling in front of it activating it, and then going inside.

Remote Grasslands ....................................
...Phew. | ...Hmph!
That was... not how I thought this fight would go.

Prototype responds to Anthem's interference.

You mentioned something about not having the time to fight. What's up?
Circumstances have changed. As it turns out, one of our allies is... dealing with Energy complications.
So we'll just have to cut things short here.
But that'll leave this fight without any closure.
Please, I think we already know what would've happened.
(If only they knew...)

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(...Fighting him actually felt really, really, scary. Oh, well. If I just sound tough, no one will notice.)
(I'll tell everyone.)
Quiet, you.

Anthem claps his hands twice, and the Remote Grasslands transforms back to the Simulation Room's default design.

Meddy helps him stand, but then...

SORRY, NO TIME, YOU NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE!

Taurus G suddenly finds himself being shoved into a conveniently place wheelchair, with Meddy promptly moving behind it, pushing him out of the room.

I know I should've warned you, but every second counts. When you're out of here, you can use that time to get used to controlling that leg of yours.

---

Heat Man blasts himself into the air yet again after the volley is fired, covering more and more ground.

(He didn't go after the duds...?)

(This is bad.)

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Good. Keep your earpiece open, because I'm only gonna say this once..

Heat Man shoots underneath the vehicle's path with an Oil Shooter, causing it to drift off-path. He then scatters various explosions around.

(Boy, was that low of me. Sorry, but I can't risk gettin' compromised so early on.)

He carries on.

Huh!? B-but they'll try and interrogate me if I'm caught! Wh-what am I... supposed... t-to... do...

After seconds of silence, Meddy sighs, slumping down in silence.

Well, it's definitely in his character to do that.

She redirects her attention to Taurus G.

But hey, don't worry about all that. When you're able to move, we'll get you out of here as soon as possible, okay?

Heat Man lands, the lack of buckling upon doing so being a slight indicator of how used to doing said movements he is.

Sorry to burst your bubble, there, but your free trial of info has already expired. If you want more than that, then there's only one way you're gonna get it...

Heat Man takes a stance... before immediately turning around and running for the hills.*

...And that's with a little more pep in your step! Sorry, but it's time I kick the pedal to the medal! No way I'm being caught here of all places!

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H-hey, wait, you'll only end up hurting yourself if you try moving too hard!

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*figuratively, not literally.

The "man" suddenly feels two hands on top of one of his (or maybe he has hooves instead, idunno), both of them belonging to the same person.

Please excuse him. He can be... somewhat of a handful. I know it's not easy, but try not push yourself.
Oh... right! It would probably put you at ease if I actually introduced myself too, huh?

The robot clears her throat, looking directly at the roboticized individual.

...My name is Meddy. I am the Lead Assistant Robot here. It's nice to meet you!
I can't imagine how uncomfortable you must feel, and I know it's selfish of me to ask... But please. For your own good, hang in there.

...

Anthem looks at RAY, and then turns back to the ongoing fight.

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For one, that transormation of yours must be quite taxing on the body.
Heh, it looks li--
Not you.

Prototype points to Mech-tenant.

Huh!?
You've been limiting your movements to a crawl to decrease the amount of WE that energy of yours consumes, haven't you!?

He then points at A. Rock.

You wouldn't have mentioned that overheating thing of yours otherwise, to bait me into trying to think I've caught on to something. But that doesn't hold up when you can use your powers to cool your systems down, does it?
Wh-- How did he know?!
And that's not all... That "Hyper Switch" Ability of yours? It may boost one of your stats, but in equal trade, it lowers one of the others to a crawl.
That's why you've been constantly alternating between them. You only ever defend in defense, you only ever attack in attack, and you only ever dodge in speed.
Enough of this.

A. Rock and Mech-tenant immediately transform, heading straight for Prototype, who, on the other hand...

Sei

You're right, Rock. A hundred ounces of resolve will never beat an ounce of power.
But what if it's a thousand ounces of resolve all at once? What then? What if it's ten thousand? How about a hundred thousand?
SHUT UP!
If you really care for your universe, you'll never stop fighting for it. You'll never give up hope. Because resolve will always beat power.

As the three begin to get closer and closer... each party is blocked off entirely by a finger, both of them belonging to...

That's enough. We don't have as much time for this bout as I thought.

Heat Man rolls onto the ground, immediately rising back up, mildly irritated by the rain and the valve, but shows no ouutward signs of this

....Ah, I didn't expect that to actually work anyway.
Sorry to disappoint, but I need the money I can get my hands on. This ain't just for my sake.

Initially slurring his movements to a crawl, he quickly tags the hydrant with a Crash Bomb, before using two Ballade Crackers to propel himself several meters away.

Remote Grasslands Rey's sudden mention of her depleting energy seems to catch Anthem's attention surprisingly quickly.

How long do you think we have?

After being knocked into the now-busted wall, Heat Man slowly takes his time to get up, spotting the individual in front of him. Keeping his composure steady, he feigns ignorance

Ugh... I don't know what you're talking about. You must've gotten the wrong guy. I did go in there, but only to ask for directions...
(This makes no sense.)

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(Deny, deny, deny, Heat Man. But if all else fails, GTFO first and foremost. This ain't the only town on the globe, anyway.)
...Anyway, I'm going to pretend you didn't just assault a random passerby for something they didn't just do. I just hope you don't end up doing it again, especially considering how others even less patient will put up with being batterized in public.

Dusting himself, Heat Man attempts to proceed to walk away, while still keeping a sharp eye out for any sudden moves.

(This is the unluckiest situation possible... But I can't crack under the pressure.)

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Y-yes, I saw everything. It was a hit-and-run attack, though he seemed to be pressured into doing what he did.
Well, at the time, he had threatened to retaliate with violence. I decided to it'd be better n-not to risk any potential lives if he really did get away.
...The guy responsible laid explosives around him once he won. I-it was either act, or... I think I'm beginning to feel sick...

...



*ahem*

Oh, right, the goodest cop was kidnapped.

Crusher turns to Rey, concerned.

No one likes you. Please stop calling yourself a Skywalker.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING

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Crusher turns to Rey, concerned.

Well, do you remember any place it could've went missing?

Remote Grasslands You won't win if all you can do is defend.
You know what?
You're right. It's my turn.

As Prototype prepares he feels a presence behind him, counterattacking from behind--

(There--!)

Only to be greeted with air around him, as nothing is in sight.

(...Wh--)
ORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORA, ORUH!
The real attack comes from right in front of him, as A. Rock agressively pummels Prototype before letting out a large Helios Blast, with the latter in the blast zone.

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Phew... This guy is such a handful.

Prototype, wounded by a large margin, stands on one knee.

Wait... he's still up!? How is this even possible!?
...Looks like you couldn't finish the job. I'm not down or out.
Man, just give up! Quit making this harder than it has to be.

Spitting lubricant, Prototype unveils a smirk.

Heh. Harder for you, you mean.
!?
I've found all of them... Your weaknesses, I mean.

Ooh... was that important?

Do you mind?

Right. My bad.

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Remote Grasslands Prototype, not letting up on the two, pressures the both of them with an extreme amount of physical attacks.

Ooookay, I've had enough of this.

A. Rock, suddenly shifting into a cyan hue, punches Prototype in the stomach... doing little to no damage.

...
Sorry, but that much won't be enough to put me do--

He froze him!?
Like it? Thanks to a little gadget that I've merged with my own core, I can do all sorts of cyrokinetic stuff.
Hey, perhaps we shouldn't take him so lightly and actually take advantage of this? He's pretty strong.
Oh, loosen up, already. I've destroyed all the thermal molecules in his body. Right now, he's colder than the coldest nebula in the uni--

Shattering noises are made as Prototype breaks through the ice, and dashes at A. Rock with a Breaker Type.

You were saying?

As Prototype's fist connects with A. Rock's face... he finds that A. Rock is completely fine.

(What?)
I was saying, that little trick of mine was frostier than -459.49 degrees Fahrenheit. You shouldn't have been able to break through that.

Prototype kicks A. Rock in the face, but nothing happens. Prototype jumps back, digs into the ground, and tosses a Super Arm's worth of 500 tons at A. Rock. Nothing happens. Prototype summons three Astro Crushes on A. Rock at the same time. Nothing happens.

(A minute ago he could barely defend against my hits. How did he get this strong?)

Heat Man suddenly stops, wary of the man suddenly being knocked out.

(Hmm. Looks like that did the job just fine. Now to get outta here.... But just in case this guy's only playing dead...)

Heat Man drops down a plethora of Hyper Bombs and Ballade Crackers around the man.

(Alright... time to skiddadle.)

Heat Man suddenly makes a break for it, fleeing the scene as quickly as possible.

(But I transferred the money digitally..! How could he say something like that?)

Heat Man counters with a Flame Sword, swinging it at the same time, though the sheer force of it pushes him back slightly.

(Damn... I don't have time for this. That girl back at the hospital might've called the authorities. The longer I stay, the longer I'm at risk at meeting them.)

Suddenly pulling backs the Flame Sword, Heat Man suddenly shifts onto the offensive, briefly building up a plethora of flames before flying straight towards the man with an Atomic Crasher!