Fight
“Who wants first crack?” All three robots stopped what they were doing and started moving toward Tony. Oops he should have thought that through better. Tony quickly scanned the robots. He needed to get the sword from the big one, and then he could use it to get rid of the the other two. Should be simple enough.
“Okay I guess you guys don’t like taking turns. The more the merrier!” He leapt in the air and his thrusters kicked in. He flew right above the big robot, and dropped, bring his fist down on its head, using all of his weight behind the blow. The robot's head dented. It took a disoriented step back. Tony took advantage of this and roundhouse kicked it in the head. It stumbled over a little more, but before Tony could attack again, a heavy metal fist slammed into the side of his face, and sent him flying. That had come out nowhere. A foot collided with his stomach knocking the air out of him. At least he had the suit covering that part so it didn’t hurt to much. A hand clamped around the back neck, and lifted him into the air. The claws scratched his neck a little. The big robot walked into view, its sword at the ready. It thrust the sword forward. Tony cued his thrusters, and did a back flip over the robot that was holding him. The big robot didn’t stop intime and impaled its smaller henchman. Tony volted back over the impaled robot, and slammed his feet into the big robot’s sword arm. It let go of the sword. Tony grabbed the hilt of the sword and pulled out of the smaller robot, and then decapitated it. It fell over sparks shooting out of it neck.
One down. Two to go.
“Uh-oh! You guys are minus a buddy,” He teased, and didn’t especially care if they could actually hear him. The big robot cocked its head, and spikes popped out its shield, the other robot brandished a long metal sword like spike almost out nowhere. Tony’s smile faded. That wasn’t good. Tony swung the sword around in the air in an attempt to bluff. At least the big one didn’t have a sword any more. Tony prepared to attack.
CLANG!
There was an awkward pause, and the smaller robot fell over with an ax buried in it’s head. Sherlock stood behind it with a farouscious look on his face, and spat on it.
The biggest robot turned toward Sherlock. Good. It was distraction.
Tony leapt at it with the sword extended in front of him. The robot spun around, and the sword embedded itself in the shield; the robot used its free hand and slugged Tony. He lost his grip on the sword and landed a few feet away. Blood ran down the side of his face. He tried to clear his quickly blurring vision.
“Stark? Can you hear me?” Watson said urgently.
“Ugh,” Tony mumbled. He wished he had been able to fix his helmet. Two punches to the head couldn’t be healthy.
“Stark you gotta get up! Holmes can’t take that thing on his own, and I think my arm is broken so you gotta get up!” Watson shook him. Tony groaned. He didn’t want to get up. His head hurt. “Stark now!”
Watson’s shout pulled him out of his tranced state. Tony managed to climb to his feet, blink a few times, and clear his vision. Holmes was attempting to fight the robot with the ax but things weren’t going well. Tony sighed.
“Holmes! Toss me that and get out of the way!” Tony shouted and charged the robot. Sherlock tossed him the ax, and Tony caught it midair, dropped into a baseball slide, and slid between the robots legs. He jumped to his feet behind it and cut a deep hole in the robot’s back; He then grabbed an explosive out of his pocket clicked the button and shoved it hole. He powered up his thrusters and attempted to take off, but the robot grabbed his foot.
Shit.
Tony tried to tuck himself into a ball. Then the bomb exploded.
A wave of heat and pieces of metal blasted him through the air, and he hit the barn wall. Everything went black.
Sherlock rushed over to Stark's side.
“Stark?”
No answer.
“Stark!” This time Sherlock shook him a little.
No answer.
“Come On!” Sherlock rolled him over on his back. Apart from the cut on his forehead he looked fine, “Wake up.”
“Mmh,” Stark mumbled a little, and his eyes fluttered open,“Did it work?”
“Yes, that thing is done.”
“Good I can take a nap…” Starks closed his eyes again.
“I don’t think that's a good idea,” Watson said and crouched next to him, “You probably have a concussion and we don’t need you going into a coma.”
Stark opened one of his eyes.
“I’m pretty sure that’s an urban legend.”
“A what?” Sherlock and Watson asked at the same time. Tony sighed a little and closed his eye.
“Jinx,” Tony said and cracked a smile, but still didn’t open his eyes.
“What?” Watson asked again. Sherlock was glad he wasn’t the only one who was confused.
“Aw forget it,” Stark mumbled, “You two are no fun.”