#They met Suns a skeleton I've been playing for a bit.

[faolonfiendrender]

You are one of many bandits under the dust king, hiding out in some shithole called Skinner's Roam. Now, the law doesn't come here, so you think all is well, robbing travelers, living with, well friends is a strong word, brothers in arms, beats what happens if any of the nations around here catch ya.

One day, a lone drifter comes by, a type of sentient robot called a skeleton, back home they told stories about them being the devil's servants, but, from what you've seen, they're just the same as anyone else, though kind of tough. You have it 43 to 1, crossbow men and semi-experienced swordsmen.

So, you tell it to give you its money, or the lot of you will kill it. It simply says, "No, I don't think you will"

So, you grab your sword and swing at it, it moves fast, getting out of the way, the rest of you join in. It balls its fists first, and then, almost as if it was trying to get into the habit, draws its polearm off its back

The fucker is good at dodging, but you'd swear it never used that polearm, but, you can't land many hits and it lands some sloppy cleaving hits. But, crossbow bolts keep hitting it in that section where its torso becomes just spine, so it eventually collapses. and you think it's over.

a few minutes later, it gets back up, bolts falling out, and oil no longer leaking. It picks up its polearm, and swings at one of your crossbowmen before he can react, blade sliding off meager armor but still hitting hard enough to bruise.

and so, the fight begins again, it takes two of you down with it this time, and it seems to be better at this. It stands a third time, killing five men. and a fourth, there are only 20 of you left after that, bloodloss and bruises piling up. The crossbowmen are doing fine, turning it into a porcupine and bringing it down each time. After the fifth time there are only ten of you left, 6 with crossbows and 4 without. This time it doesn't pick up its weapon when it stands.

It punches, shrugging off blows as if you were the ones unarmed, and hitting, well, you've been hit with the business end of a sledge hammer and you don't think you've ever been hit this hard. Soon, it is just you and the crossbow men, you desperately put your sword in the way of its punch and swing at its face. You connect. It goes down, but so do you, barely able to stand, too exhausted to finish the job. Not to mention that people just don't do that, once someone is down, you leave them, let them die or heal as the gods will, or heal them yourself. Sure you can rifle through their stuff, hell, even kidnap them and sell them to some noble as a slave, but not kill them. Even this beast respects that, having paid no mind to the wounded on the ground.

It gets back up, so do you. You swing desperately, but the blow slides off the robots arm, and it kicks you in the hip. Something breaks and your right leg falls from under you. you can still move that leg but your hip just doesn't work, like it's no longer attached. You watch as it charges one of the crossbowmen, taking a bolt, stumbling and continuing before punching him three times and the crossbowman goes down, and same with the other five.

It picks up its polearm and looks through the carnage, looking for something, when it comes across you, it pauses, and bandages your wounds, even sets your hip as you lie there, pretending to be dead. It does the same for a few others and then walks into the distance.