Precursor
Sherlock led Watson around the side the barn, he really hoped that he didn’t get them both killed.
“Alright, here’s the plan. You are going to distract them, and then I am going to sneak up from behind, and drop one of these on each of their heads,” Sherlock whispered.
“What?! Distract them How--?” Watson barely asked before Sherlock shoved him out into the courtyard, “Hey!”
Sherlock turned around and ran full speed around the back of the barn and to the other side. By the time he reached the other side of the barn the three robots had seen Watson and were moving toward him mensaningly. He had a large stick in hand to ward off the robots. All three of them had their backs to Sherlock. Perfect. He ran forward quickly and silently, and took a flying leap. He landed perfectly on the first robot’s shoulders, pulled himself up, so he was standing on it. He clicked the button on the capsule, dropped it, lept to the next, clicked the button dropped it, and then did the same to the third robot. He took a flying leap from the robot’s shoulder, and tackled Watson to the ground just as the bombs went off in quick succession. Sherlock sat up ears ringing, and looked around. The three robots stood unphased. That was a problem. Sherlock hopped nimbly to his feet, and pulled Watson up after him.
“I thought those things were supposed to blow them up!”
“It was a hunch!” Sherlock said defensively, but barely had time to finish what he was saying before the biggest robot swung its sword at him. He dodged and tucked into a neet somersault roll. The other two robots moved toward Watson.
“You take those two! I got this one!” Sherlock shouted and dodged another sword swipe from the big one. Watson didn’t reply because the robots had already started their assault, and he was busy trying to avoid being sliced to bits. Sherlock turned around to face his opponent just in time see it jabbing the sword toward him. He tried to avoid being impaled but the sword still grazed his side. It stung. The sudden pain threw him off so he didn’t have time to duck out of the way of the huge metal shield. It slammed into him, and sent him sprawling backward. Before he could catch the breath that had been knocked out of him, the robot put it’s heavy metal foot down on his chest, constricting his breathing. Out of the corner of his eye he saw that on of the other robots had grabbed Watson, and the other was preparing to attack. Sherlock turned his back just in time to see the robot that had him pinned raise the sword above its head. This was it.
BANG!
All three of the robots stopped what they were doing, and turned and faced the barn. Stark stood in the doorway with his arms crossed. He had a metal chest and abdomen piece of suit, along with two metal boots and two gauntlets.
“Hey Assholes!” He shouted at the robots. Sherlock couldn’t help but smile a little.