#villainsofgodzilla

You're joking, right?

Do you think I'm stupid?

You're hiding something. Hell, you're hiding everything. You have told me absolutely nothing about why you need me, what's going on, what I'd even be doing, what's in it for me... nothing!

And you expect me to even consider this ridiculous proposition?

I'm going to tell you the same thing that I told the Rhedosaur.

There would have been a time when I would have joined you lot in a heartbeat.

That's over five words. Nothing you said counted.

Kiryu stumbled backwards a step with the force of the second explosion. The Hyper Maser had failed to punch through Mechagodzilla's chest before it was obliterated, but despite the apparent carnage, the inside of the socket that held it was well-armored to defend her against exactly this sort of thing. And now, between his lack of hands and the combined damage of the Hyper Maser and the missiles exploding from inside them, the wiggling stumps of alien menace's arms were completely useless, and the weight imbalance would make flight much more difficult for him. With the majority of the combatants' weapons destroyed and, the battle was now a War of Attrition, and Kiryu had the full intention of outlasting her foe. What the first Mechagodzilla had in apathy, Kiryu, the third, more than made up for in something that no pure machine can truly replicate: spirit.

One of the advantages of being partially organic was that at a desperate time, Kiryu's rage could give her the edge to pull through to the very end. As the opposing robot's hand exploded, a pair of glowing red streaks appeared on her cheeks. Her formerly childlike voice warped into a terrible growl as the soul within her stolen bones was awakened, and her partially exposed skeleton rippled with red waves of energy. "You!" she hissed, "Alien scum! BE GONE!"

She lunged back at her opponent with ever more ferocity, firing with her two remaining laser cannons and extended the electro-sword within the pack. Mechagodzilla's lasers raked across her face, frying her eyes and depriving her of her ability to see the visible spectrum, but radar, sonic tracking, and her plethora of other senses were more than she needed to secure a precise hit. As her mechanical computers devoted themselves entirely to input processing, her organic mind rose up to take control of her attacks in such a way and with such a power that her other mind on its own never could. This was the way that she was meant to fight. Bloodied, desperate, full of a rage that would not let her subside until her enemy was obliterated, and with the cool calculation ability to ensure that she succeeded. Destruction was her element; pain, her home front.