Seeing the machine flying towards him, the greninja jumped out of the way just as its fist crashed down on the spot he was just at, the force of it not only creating a crater but also threw up a cloud of dust and dirt. His jaw slacked on the force of the impact, landing a good distance away and looked to the cloud, realizing that now he had to fight if he wanted to live. Without waiting to see the robot emerge, he brought both of his hands to his left side, clapping them both together and focused, wanting to get a water shuriken thrown into the dust cloud and hopefully strike the robot that's within.

He could feel the attack forming in his grip, glancing and watched the attack grow, grinning before letting it loose towards the cloud, hearing it slice right through some part of the machine, though which part he couldn't really tell.

'Really hope that it's as easy as that…' the greninja thought to himself, hearing it move within the cloud, readying himself for another water shuriken.

He heard the movement of the machine, seeming to walk in his direction, tensing his legs to jump away while having the shuriken prepare. Seeing the machine emerge from the smoke, sparks seeming to fly from its right elbow, a deep gash in the chassis shown that the previous attack did strike said area. The size of it was easily twice that of any man, the head a simple dome shape with red, glowing lens visible, gazing at the greninja before it. It somehow reminded Ashton of one enemy that was common in one of the games he played, but shook the thought off to focus on the situation.

Not wanting to take any chances of trying to attack up close, Ashton launched himself away from the robot, the shuriken being thrown towards his foe. However, the machine seemed to move at a speed much faster than one would guess, easily side-stepping the attack and bolted after the greninja once he landed. Seeing the bulky machine do such was enough to tell him that the shuriken attacks probably won't work anymore, trying to remember what other attacks that an actual greninja could do.

He jolted and had to duck underneath a punch that would have taken his head clean off, finding his arm rearing back in response. He looked over and saw a 'blade' of water form, grinning as he clenched his webbed hand around the handle of the weapon, slashing at the shins of the robot. The water blade must have been sharper than any blade ever made, able to slice clean through the metal, having to shield his face from the resulting sparks. The stall proved to be a grave decision, the robot reaching down and clenched a metal fist around one of the greninja's legs, whom gasped at such. The moment didn't last long before the arm dragged him away from the legs, swung over the machine, dragging the helpless pokemon along with it, slamming the front of him right onto the ground.

All the air in his body was forced out from the slam, a cough slipping out from him as the whole front of his body and face ached from the impact. He was about to try and pick himself up, but felt his body being dragged along again, swinging overhead and slammed down on the other side of the robot onto his back, the ground depressing from the impact of the landing. He tried to ready another water blade, but was cut off when he was lifted up a third time, slammed onto his front again. The force of each slam would have broken many bones of his normal self, trying to move his body only for his captor to swing his near-limp form yet again.

Instead of slamming him onto the ground, he was sent careening and spinning wildly away from his foe, his flight not lasting long as he crashed into the side of a pickup truck, the glass on it easily shattering and nearly flipped the vehicle on its side. The vehicle slowly rocked back onto all four wheels, the force of it dislodging the weakened greninja, flopping onto the pavement of the driveway it was resting on. A groan came out from Ashton, slowly picking himself up from the ground though his arms and legs shook greatly from the slams he just went through.

He heard the robot starting to approach him, slowly standing up on his feet. His legs continued to shake, looking up towards the foe that was coming as he held his left arm with his right hand, one eye squeezed shut from the pain his body was in. Unknown to him, the screen on his forearm seemed to have a form of option on it, the tip of one of his fingers resting on it, a small bar slowly filling up.

The robot was soon looming over the greninja, whom looked up at him with a worried gaze, seeing it lift its arms up. He squeezed his eyes shut, bracing for the finishing blow that his enemy was preparing, hearing the fingers of it interlock. Much as he wanted to move out of the way, he knew he would be too weak and slow to actually do such. Before the blow started to come down though, the screen on his arm seemed to light up, his eyes snapping open wide, feeling something starting to course through his veins.

All the pain his body was in started to fade as his energy renewed itself. His arms and legs returned to their normal strength, but felt that they were getting stronger than before. To think that his run yesterday had him breathing a bit more, as of now he felt that he could run right up a mountain and down the other side without breaking a sweat. A jump that could carry him several meters in the air could possibly have him go even further. Everything seemed to be going into overcharge for him, his vision starting to shake at the current senses he was going through. Reality beckoned for him to come back, his gaze snapping up at the doubled fists that were now coming down at him like a hammer, the movement like as though it was going at a much slower pace for him.

Without wasting a moment of this kind of experience, he curled up two of his fingers on each hand, the index fingers on each of them sticking out before pressing his hands together. His mind quickly focused and he seemed to vanish in a puff of smoke, a green doll left in his place. It was in the nick of time as well, the metal fists crashing down on the substitute doll, obliterating it and the pavement below it, the force of the impact tossing the truck like it was nothing, crashing down close by.

Time was still slowed down for Ashton, reappearing nearby and reared his arms back, water blades forming in each of them. He gripped both of them with an iron grip, charging at the robot, slashing as he ran by. He quickly spun around and repeated the action, slashing at the wrists of the robot this time, easily severing the hands. By now the machine was reacting to the rapid attacks, rearing back as it stumbled as well, in slow motion to him.

The greninja reacted accordingly, slashing at the legs of it next, seeing it timber over and onto its back. The slashes continued on once the machine landed, chopping off parts of its arms and legs with each pass. Once there was nothing left to them that wasn't in pieces, he stopped in front of its head and jumped up high into the air, his hands opening and dismissing the blades. Rearing his arms back again, he prepared a water shuriken in each hand, time starting to return to normal speed for him as he was in the air.

He didn't care that people from the rest of the neighborhood were watching since the start of the fight, his mind set on the destruction of the robot that nearly killed him. Both of the shurikens grew larger and larger the more energy he poured into them, nearing a third then soon to half of his size. He spun around to add momentum to he attacks, soon letting them fly down towards the crippled robot, both water shurikens spinning so rapidly they almost resembled saw blades. They arced and curved slightly in their trajectory but didn't stray from their path, soon both striking dead center of the robot's chest in an 'X' shape.

Time fully returned to normal as Ashton landed on the ground close to his home, the machine sparking dangerously before being consumed by an explosion, the greninja shielding himself a bit from the force of it. Once the light from it died down, the greninja lowered his arm back down and saw the scorched ground where the robot once was, smirking a small bit as his tongue-scarf swayed slightly behind him. He turned around and started to walk back to his home, but didn't get two steps away before his senses greatly dulled, the surge of adrenaline he went through quickly fading away. The intense amounts of fatigue that followed came in like a tidal wave, his legs buckling to make him land on his knees, then soon onto his front, just as quickly blacking out into unconsciousness.

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Apologies if the whole fight seemed a bit...sub-par. Bit rusty on doing those.