It was not often that V3 moved around without the aid of his stabilization systems turned on. He had been a machine all of his life. As part of his training, and due to recent malfunctions he had been experiencing, he decided it might be best to move around without the aide of his guidance systems, like a human being.

The result was something in between that of a toddler and a drunken man. Sometimes he managed to keep his balance but his limbs felt heavy and awkward.

On the menu for today he had heard stories of a famous group of warriors known as the "Valkaries" He decided to seek them out and possibly train with them in the hopes that they would be able to teach him some new techniques, or at the very least he could maybe spar with one, test his mettle.

Once he arrived, however, no one seemed to know exactly where he could go to find the Valks? Perhaps it was due to his demeanor, people maybe did not like the idea of speaking with a 6ft tall automaton.

with little to no progress having been made he decided he could at least get some good balance training if he went for a little hike, perhaps up one of those mountains.

It took a while for him to finally cross a bridge that led him to a strange abandoned temple on the side of a mountain, it seemed dangerous, and he would know he fell off the side of the bridge at least once.

When he finally crossed the threshold to enter the seemingly abandoned temple he was greeted by the sight of a beautiful woman and the scent of a strange mixture he hadn't yet experienced before.

"Woooh momma what a surprise" He tried to straighten himself as he spoke, he really did, but without realizing it he had tracked mud and dirt into the temple now. He found out as soon as he slipped and crashed into the floor with the full weight of his 1200 lbs body.
The force of his limbs was so sudden and intense that he shook several smaller figurines and pictures off of the wall. He tried desperately to catch one or two... he really did but all it ended with him accidentally smacking one of the picture frames towards the women. She caught it effortlessly and just in time for he to notice the smallest, most insignificant speck of dirt fall straight into her open pot...

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V did not have time to respond or even move as the women lunged at him with incredible speed.
She struck him dead onto his solar plexus. The force of her initial strike was so fierce it sent her own body sliding back about 2 meters.

"Wooh momma. You're really strong." Said V3 in a tone that conveyed his near helplessness in the situation.

Without warning the women began to glow with a terrifying amount of energy, a sadistic, malicious field of energy that meant him harm.

V3 Stood there, up straight and unmoving, as she came at him again. A white-hot knee cap concealed in a stunning silken dressed smashed into his forehead.

The attacks had no effect but his data analysis reported the women's power was rising rapidly. Soon her strikes would follow with much more force behind them. She was just getting started and now she would know that he was no ordinary man, His metallic body concealed under his out layer of silicon skin, painted to conceal his nature.

As soon as he was able his battle mode kicked in. Clasping his hands around her thigh he sidestepped and motioned to toss her body into the ground, hoping the toss would not hurt too bad. She was strong however and his scanners recorded that this striking woman could take a hit as well.
Within moments he was standing over her. He went to speak, to apologize and clear up the misunderstanding, but the muddy floor below and chaos of debris from the materials he wrecks earlier caused him to trip and fall straight towards her as he yelled due to shock. It was a sincere yell. A yell that came of shock and concern for her safety. It was unfortunate that it was a yell born to the tone of a warcry.
"AHHHhhhhhh!!!!"

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V raised his hand in surrender as he tried to get back up to his feet. The women wouldn't relent. As her power began to rise so did the tenacity of her blows.

"Now hold on lady!..." He began to speak when one of her fists came crashing into his cheekbone. At this point, the women would surely notice the resiliency of his metallic frame beneath his skin. Another flurry of blows followed the initial face fisting he had just received.

"Ok! Look… ouch! Listen dang it!

It was of no use. Her fury had blinded this woman.

"If I could just grab a hold of her and talk her down, I am sure everything will be alright"

Grasping one of her hands V3 would attempt to hold the women still and explain himself. Little did he know of the shards and debris or shattered porcelain and glass that littered his calloused hands. As he grabbed onto the woman's arm it began to rip at her finely made sleeves.

Lunging at her in his final attempt to subdue her the women sidestepped him with ease, only to have him run through a support beam within the temple. Part of the roof was now caving in. The ceiling would now make contact with the woman's head. V's Jaw would now make contact with the floor. 

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V3 knew how to fly. In fact, he was quite good at it. In fact, he had recently been getting better at it, much better. Between setting new top speed records and finally getting the hang of cutting and turning at higher speeds he was even starting to finally feel confident about it all.
Sure, he still preferred running, walking, or hiking, but it was a start.
What he had been struggling with most is landing. He had not gotten that down just yet.

When a 100 and something pound, the gorgeous heartthrob of a woman, tosses you 2meters across a room like a sack of wet potatoes, and you weigh 1200lbs. You start to wish you could land a fall better.

Hitting the ground wasn't so bad. In fact it did not even hurt really but it was embarrassing. V3's body struck hard against the wooden floor, denting and cracking it as he slid awkwardly about 6ft towards the front door where he had initially walked in from. It was embarrassing. As he tried to raise up and correct this misunderstanding for the last time, he could have sworn a spoon flew into his mouth?

"Did? Did she just throw a tea set at me?!" The women hadn't of course but the battle at this point was doing a number on the environment they were in.

"I've got it!" V thought to himself, spoon caked with mud still protruding from his face.

"She is clearly a religious nut. That's probably why she's up here all alone. Matter of fact she's dangerous too! She might be one of them pyscho murder chicks that bring guys up here on dates and then eats them!"

He started to form a plan in his head. It was a ridiculous plan, a stupid one, but it was the only thing that his mind could conjure at the time.

As the women began to pummel him with her secondary attacks he powered through them all and placed himself into a wide-legged, crouching stance.
Clasping his hands together and removing his glasses he began to project the holographic image and audio sounds of a demon!
"I am just gonna scare her a bit. That's all" He thought to himself. "Besides she seems tough. I am sure she can take it"

As he clasped his hands together the nanofiber layer of skin he had covering his metallic body began to shift and change colors to look more "Demonlike". And with his glasses now removed he began to fill the room in front of him with torrents of violent energy.

"Begone you, evil women! Or face the wrath the heavenly justice!"

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