Run up and try a punch!

"All right... focus. You can do this. You can... Augh! It's no use!" Break Girl was trying to psyche herself up to use her Break Girl Buster, but she still wasn't confident she was ready for it. "Besides, won't Buster Girl be expecting an attack like that? Instead... What if I go in for close combat? Yeah, that's right, a sucker punch! Instead of fighting on her terms, I'll fight on mine."

The would-be combatant was probably overestimating how effective a sucker punch could be when initiated over such a long distance, but Buster Girl did look surprised. "Oh! Oh, that's how it is, huh? You Robot Mistresses are always trying to get up in my face and slam into me just cause you've got armor, huh? At least, that's what I would say, but-"

Buster Girl didn't have time to finish her sentence, and Break Girl didn't intend to bodily run into her, anyway. Instead, she tried throwing some punches in close quarters. She was summoning all of her violent nature possible to do this, which wasn't much, and she felt like apologizing after each one thrown... However, that would have been pointless, because all of her girly swings were falling on thin air.

"Ha ha ha ha! Oh, man, that's too cute!" Buster Girl teased, wiggling her fingers as she dodged another hit. "Hey, I wanna feel too... coochy coochy coo!"

Before Break Girl knew what was happening, Buster Girl was tickling her under the armpits. "Bwahahahaha!! H-hey, that's... th-th-hee hee hee, cheating!! W-wait, I'm a robot! Wh-hai hee hee ha ha why am I ticklish anyway?! Buuuuhahahaha!!!"

The heroine's eyes curled in a grin as her tongue worked her lips with an expression that was fifty percent playful, fifty percent horny, and zero percent heroic. "Had enough? Cry uncle!"

"Uncle! Ahahaha, uncle, uncle!!" Break Girl stumbled backward as soon as she was released and fell backward onto her butt, gasping for air. "Wh-what was that?! That's fighting dirty!"

"Daw, I couldn't resist! You've just got one of those 'tickle me' looks! Why don't you wear armor like the rest of the Robot Mistresses?"

"Why don't you wear armor like the rest of the Robot Mistresses?!" Break Girl replied with a testy, nonsensical comeback. She rose to her feet and dusted herself off, returning to a safe distance from her mischievous opponent. "Well, that's an important lesson learned. I guess I'm not cut out to be a close-quarters fighter, unless I can get a weapon better suited for it, maybe. Unless I want humiliation like that again, I'd better try and keep to my weapons built for the purpose."

Break Girl paused, putting a finger to her lip. Had she trained enough? By this point, she was pretty sure she'd thought up a foolproof strategy that would put Buster Girl in her place. Although, she had to admit... "It's going to be a shame, destroying her. Buster Girl was a worthy opponent, and she seems like a good girl. It'd be nice if we could just be friends... And... I've got to admit, she's super, super cute. Maybe I should train a little more before finishing her off..."