Everyone knows that the lions of Voltron, Defender of the Universe, a mech made from the ore of a trans-reality comet, was sentient.
But what no one could ever guess... was that they weren't the only ones.
Sincline, abandoned in the Quintessence Fi...
Sincline's eyes flashed, purple energy leaking from the edges as he raised his swords in a defensive stance, one held parallel toward the ground while the other was extended toward Qrow. The message was obvious.
Alright then... Let's see how good you really are, space kid. Crouching, Qrow bent his knees and shot forward, the floor of the arena shattering beneath his feet. Disappearing in a blur of speed, he reappeared in front of Sincline and whipped his scythe toward Sincline's torso... only for the mech to warp away, the blade hissing through where he had been and into the ground.
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Qrow blinked. "Alright. That time, I definitely did not—" he was cut off again as Sincline shot out of a rift, his foot slamming into Qrow's chest and sending him skidding backward, dropping his Aura further to 55.
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Raising his sword, Qrow barely blocked a heavy blow to the chest as Sincline smashed into him, his aura shining brightly. How does he keep getting stronger? Qrow wondered, wincing. Pushing Sincline back, he swung at his head, but the mech ducked and spun, his tail slamming into Qrow's arm and knocking his sword into the ground.
Looking at his sword for a long moment, Qrow held up a fist, shrugged, then punched Sincline in the visor, catching him by surprise and knocking him back. Punching him once more in the jaw, he kicked the mech backward with a Sparta kick.
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He shot after him, tearing his sword out of the ground. He spun, whipping his blade toward Sincline's head, only for Sincline to warp out of the way, the scythe slamming into the ground.
