Zac Long is a man of few words. And at ten years old with less vocabulary available to him, he was a boy of very few words.

He ignored my taunting and proceeded to show me just what the best of the best the second graders were capable of.

He and his two buddies finally revealed their full strength and did not pull their punches at all.

Like Sherry Lin in our epic battle in the Grand Melee, they sought to pin me down using their much higher fighting techniques and beat the living daylights out of me.

But I was not someone who would fall twice into the same hole, or get caught with my pants down by the same technique.

The spear, sword and hammer came swinging and piercing at me again and again, aiming very accurately at my weak joints.

Their relentless attacks aimed at my joints served two purposes.

One was to try and break my limbs. And two, they wanted to keep me off balance and hopefully get me to fall to the ground where they would try and finish me off with the sheer bullying power of a hundred mechas against one.

It was exactly what I needed to fine tune my fighting techniques!

Images depicting Jiu Jit Su, Taek Won Do, Aikido, Karate, Capoeira and especially the traditional Chinese Kung Fu flashed relentlessly in my mind and provided me with abundant options to respond to every single situation.

My highly enhanced mental strength analyzed each and every technique at light speed, and in a bizzare show of unbelievably ugly but equally unbelievably effective set of movements, I managed to block AND counter all of their attacks!

Wham! Bam! Bam!

I dodged the incoming spear thrust by the barest margin and slid into Zac's close range where I promptly punched his head using my third overhead arm.

At the same time, my right arm slapped the sword from the second mecha away and my left arm which ended in a drill smashed into the third mecha's hammer head on!

Zac and his two buddies were excellent fighters, and as such, I did not hurry to finish them off even though I could do it easily.

My attacks were launched at full speed, but for the attacks I launched at their bodies, I disengaged 90% of the power at the last millisecond and ended up giving them harmless slaps instead of fatal ones.

That way, I extended the fight for a full five minutes and exulted deeply as my grasp in close combat rose again and again and again and again.

Revelation after revelation on how to fight and move more efficiently dawned in my mind, and my body very rapidly got used to responding to my mind's instructions at near light speed.

Being able to dodge and counter three highly competent fighters with newfound skills was truly an invigorating feeling.

It was like fighting with prompts on what to do next!

After a while, the rate at which I was improving suddenly plateaued.

"The lesson is over." I realized with satisfaction.

I had mastered all the skills and techniques I could with only these grade 2s as my teachers.

Wham! Wham! Wham!

In a blink of an eye, I unleashed fatal attacks on the three mechas and downed them!

"Thanks for the lesson. Good bye!" I called out to them before dashing off to take down the remaining twelve mechas who were standing around us.

The rest had managed to finish off my Hammer Squad One, and had left to reinforce the team going against Victor Long.

I glanced at the battlefield quickly as I approached my prey.

The ambush that was supposed to clean us up had been completely sprung, and an all out battle involving thousands of mechas all over the massive field was currently going on.

At first glance, it was complete chaos.

But I quickly realized that our frankenstein mechas had the situation firmly under control!

Victor Long, by sheer skill and determination, was still alive. He was standing with only Hailey Long guarding his back, and they were surrounded by at least fifty mechas.

The first bunch of idiots who dashed ahead had very surprisingly banded together, and were actually charging towards Victor in what seemed like a counter rescue mission!

A Hammer Squad was also enroute from another direction. If Victor and Hailey could stay alive for another minute, they would be saved.historical

Elsewhere, the Wangs were in the middle of the biggest fights in the battlefield, and with timely counter charges by the Hammer Squads, they were actually holding out very well against a numerically superior enemy!

And the final thousand or so frankenstein mechas were...

"Why the freaking hell are they singing??" I shouted crossly as I charged after the twelve mechas who were very wisely but uselessly running away.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

They purposely slammed down each step down hard in unison, and caused the ground to tremble lightly.

"Death! Death! Death!

No mercy to our enemies!"

The voices from a thousand young but enthusiastic throats rang out in a simple but ominous melody.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The thousand or so mechas moved slowly but inexorably forward in a fearsome air.

"Death! Death! Death!

Leave none of them alive!"

Many of the mechas still fighting had turned their heads around quickly to look at the spectacle, and many of them reacted exactly as Sheera Lin had expected.

They broke and ran.

It was too much to expect a bunch of eleven year olds to stand their ground when fighting desperately against a powerful enemy and seeing that the enemy had a thousand reinforcements stomping their way towards them.

After the first twenty or so enemies broke apart from the battle to run away, it did not take long for the rest to follow suit.

Nobody wanted to remain in a massive battlefield surrounded by hostiles, especially ones that were shouting their intent to leave none alive!