Robot Rats

Rats. Hundreds and hundreds of robot rats. Little shiny metal beasts with glowing red eyes, climbing the walls, scurrying across the floor, and even climbing on the ceiling.

“I may have been kidding about my mutant minions…” the man's voice comes through the hallway speakers, “...but these little guys are still hungry… bon appetite, my little friends….”

The rats immediately swarm the closest non-robot: Werhure. The wolf woman sweeps her claws into the swarm quickly, shredding dozens of tiny robots with each swipe, but there's thousands, and they use their numbers against her, ignoring their losses, speeding swiftly past her arms and onto her legs, climbing up and over each other to bite any flesh they can reach. Soon she's swarmed fully, screaming profanity in German as the beasts chew her hide and she starts dripping blood onto the floor.

Of course, everyone is acting. Fantasia started chanting when she saw the bots, Iron Fox started firing her point defense weapons into the swarm (melting dozens with each shot, several times a second), and the doctor drew his sidearm… but was unable to pick a target in the crowded space.

Ms. Blackheart lives up to her name, setting off a bolt of lightning THROUGH the wolf woman and down the hallway, the electrical discharge frying the robots en mass. Angela collapses to her knees, panting, smoldering, missing many patches of fur, and bleeding from each of a thousand tiny bites… but alive.

The hallway speakers pick up again, “I had hoped tipping their teeth with silver would do the job… but I must admit, witch, I wasn't expecting you to shoot your own teammate like that… good show… but you're still out your brute.”

“Cameras, please…” Fantasia growls. Iron Fox kills them, leaving a few puddles of molten rock and metal on the floor.

The doctor's eyes flash pink, as does Angela, for the space of one heartbeat, then the wolf woman gets up and stands proudly, her fur back and her skin intact, showing her teeth and flashing a very widely recognized (and very rude) hand sign at what's left of the hallway security cameras as the fried remains of the robot rats clatter to the floor as she moves and they roll off her. The twelve foot tall toothy, clawed, and furry giant, her bikini miraculously hanging on, kneels down, stares at Fantasia, and pauses.

“Ah…” the woman clad in a black cocktail dress swallows nervously, “Sorry? It was all I could think to do. Anything any of us did to the rats on you would hit you, but if we did nothing you'd have di…”

A sudden lick from a tongue almost the size of Fantasia's head shuts the witch up, and the wolf signs, “Thank you. Invisible me?”

Fantasia frowns, puzzled, “I can, but such spells aren't very stable; it will collapse as soon as you interact with anything more self-aware than about a slug.”

“Like, let him think we left her behind,” Irene speaks up, “she can totally be our ace in the hole. Sampson can totes handle the doors, and like, if we're busting them down anyway, it's totally normal to leave them open.”

Looking up at Angela, Benjamin nods, “You were breathing, so he'd expect at least some improvised bandages…” the good doctor takes off his suit coat and dress shirt, leaving just the minimizer bra on his chest, dropping the removed garments on the floor, “...let's not disappoint.”

Fantasia nods, “I can do that…” and begins casting. It takes a minute, but the last the quartet sees of the wolf before she fades out of sight is the large lady licking her lips as she stares a bit at the good doctor.

The ‘trio’ then continues, Iron Fox taking the lead and breaking the doors as they head towards the security room….