“Irisman,” Managunz’s voice rasped from every speaker at once. “You’re late. And alone. Bad tactics.”
Managunz laughed—a screech of grinding servos. The turrets opened fire. managunz vs irisman
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“You hit me,” Irisman said. “That means you’re afraid.”
He turned and walked out into the rain, leaving the disarmed war machine among the silent turrets. Behind him, the first true dawn in Neo-Seoul’s lower sectors began to break through the smog.
Managunz raised the plasma cutter. “I’m not afraid of a janitor.”