Regaining consciousness the first thing Michael was greeted with was an annoying ringing in his head that didn't seem to lessen.
'What happened?' He wondered, for a moment, recalling how Cyberfang had appeared in front of him to shield him before being kicked away by the towering robot.
'Memory seems intact, so does my cardiovascular system, both arms are broken, a slight crack is running across my skull, and several ribs appear to be shattered. I should be able to continue to fight despite the harm done to my body. Final evaluation: damage is relatively low.' Done with the assessment of his condition, his eyes promptly opened.
Instantly his pupils narrowed to the size of needles, and a radiant light blinded him for a couple of seconds. It was the color of intense orange mixed with a faint hue of red. A scorched scent drifted into his nostrils, his body starting to sweat uncontrollably due to the intense heat.
