Chrome "Any last words?" the dark one grinned evilly, pressing down harder and harder on our hero's chest, his eyes glowing like rubies. The reploid groaned, weak and cracked from damage; he attempted to push his rival's foot off his chest plate, but to no avail. He was weak, tired and unable to move. He was so close to shutting down, his vision was turning to pure static. "Y...yes..." he managed to choke out, oil dripping from his mouth down to the floor. The Maverick leaned his head closer to the reploid's, still keeping him crushed under pressure. "Tell me then, Megaman..." he grinned, baring his large fangs. The reploid calmly, but w
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