Mandarin

He furrowed a bit as he contemplated their strange calm. It was creepy for a robot monkey to not be scared about him. Mandarin was object of fear for years and centuries, but this one which never was seen and it was new, they didn’t fear him. And in spite of not having seen each other, the orange monkey also noticed they spoke like if they’ve observed him in detail and a very long ago.

“This has to be a joke.”

——❝What  you’re  seeing  is  real.  But  if  you  think  it’s  a  joke,  keep  thinking  like  that.  I  don’t  care.  

He never heard there was another robot monkey doing justice for Shuggazoom before or something else. He was the first one alive so he knew everything, or he thought he did before this other appeared. Mandarin asked himself if the Alchemist copied another scientist, older than him, and used the idea of existing robot monkeys to make his own.

Mandarin wasn’t affected by the other’s words, he heard him but that meant nothing. It was good the other took conscience of what was happening though, an easy victory was always boring.

“If you’re gonna put it that way…” He shrugged. “You’re as impostor as me for having the name of someone who’s dead”. The orange primate smirked as he ran towards his foe, willing to kick his face again. 

“At least I have his DNA. You have nothing of who you believe you are. Power Primate? That’s nothing.” He continued provoking Antauri only to make things more funny.

      He  took  this  attack  as  an  opportunity  to  activate  his  ghost  mode,  locating  behind  the  other  &  piercing  his  FILTHY  face  with  his  sharp  claw  right  before  taking  distance,  just  for  own  safety —&  for  evaluating  his  adversary’s  status.  It  was  time  to  be  analytical.  Yet  Antauri  didn’t  have  a  heart  of  stone.  Every  verbal  arrow  emitted  by  the  other  has  impacted  &  planted  venom  inside  him. 

          …and  it  BURNED.

〚——❝You  know  nothing  about  what  has  been  told  to  you.  You  could  never  know  anything,  not  even  how  to  destroy  us.  If  you  would…

                        you  wouldn’t  have  been  so  PREDICTABLE.

   MONKEY  MIND  SCREAM !! ❞〛

He was a bit stunned by this attack but then he shook his head and aimed an energy attack to the silvered.

“What ‘has been’ told to me? What BELONGS to me, you mean. Very different from you, who didn’t but steal his memories and play to be who you aren’t at all. C’mon, ‘Antauri’, stop pretending what you aren’t, and perish at once!”

Antauri could have the most advanced technology out of all the monkey team, but that only made him weaker. If something mechanical failed, he wasn’t going to be fully functional and that meant a won battle for the orange monkey. Willing to consume all his energy and resources one by one, Mandarin was going to use the other’s emotions at his favor. 

That wrath bursting from his engines only made him calmer, smirking and crossing arms, seeing how predictable his opponent was when he thrown that basic attack. He moved at the opposite direction, missing it and countering it with a kick right on his face. That kick felt as good as if it would be organic skin. Mandarin emitted a loud laugh as he crossed arms and floated close to the other, smelling a near victory.

“You’re only humiliating yourself with the stupid illusion to be ‘working’ into something you clearly aren’t, my despicable brother. If you’d really work into it, you’d show me.”

      He  couldn’t  ( foresee )  that  kick.  How  could  he.  With  incinerating  sentiments  creating  bubbles  in  his  liquid  fuels,  reasoning  has  started  to  be  a  remote  path.  Castaway  in  the  seas  of  anger,  he  started  to  become  blind  from  everything  else,  the  only  image  lasting  on  his  head  being  the  rest  of  the  Monkey  Team  &  Shuggazoom.

   Though—  he  shook  his  head.  That  kick  wasn’t  but  what  he  exactly  NEEDED.  To  wake  up  &  ( realize )  that  with  rushed  actions  &  intense  emotions  he  was  going  to  gain  nothing.  He  could  have  activated  his  ( ghost  mode )  at  the  moment  the  villain  reacted,  but  everything  had  a  reason  to  happen.  This  misstep  was  the  KEY  he  needed  to  acquire  to  open  the  gates  of  clear  thought  again.

   He’s  been  put  into  feet  again,  taking  distance  before  confronting  his  attempt  of  counterpart.  

〚——❝You  are  NOT  my  brother !   You’re  not  even  a  MERE  SHADOW  of  who—  of  what  he  was !!

“If you’re gonna put it that way...” He shrugged. “You’re as impostor as me for having the name of someone who’s dead”. The orange primate smirked as he ran towards his foe, willing to kick his face again. 

Alice : madness returns  || Accepting;

         A  HEATED  UP  BATTLE—  he  wasn’t  necessarily  ‘ looking ’  for  that,  though  it  was  mostly  like  a  necessary  evil.  Mandarin  couldn’t  last  any  longer,  threatening  Shughazoomian’s  lives  nor  the  Monkey  Team’s  stability  like  this.  

   Claws  were  still  activated,  fresh  scars  carved  the  other’s  face  with  barbaric  vehemency  before  that  question  has  been  made.  An  artificial  loud  breathe  shook  his  mechanical  chest.  This  had  to  STOP—  &  if  the  orange  monkey  was  refusing  to  dialogue,  then  he  would  do  ANYTHING  to  keep  his  friends  safe—  even…  to  terminate  a  life  which  resembled  what  he  once  ( swore )  to  protect  as  well.

   Antauri  was  not  convinced  that  his  opponent  was  willing  to  speak  in  a  civilized  way.  Perhaps  the  original  Mandarin  would  have,  but  this  corrupted  form  of  life  was  helpless—  &.  definitely  NOT  him.

〚——❝I  am  working  on  that.❞〛A  subtle  smirk  curved  his  lips  before  another  attack  aimed  towards  the  other.  Rage  made  his  silvered  heart  to  boil,  momentarily  blinding  him  to  reason  properly.

That wrath bursting from his engines only made him calmer, smirking and crossing arms, seeing how predictable his opponent was when he thrown that basic attack. He moved at the opposite direction, missing it and countering it with a kick right on his face. That kick felt as good as if it would be organic skin. Mandarin emitted a loud laugh as he crossed arms and floated close to the other, smelling a near victory.