Crysilis and Streamline ran through a cornfield; they stormed through the crops and came to a pathway. Straight ahead, smoke rose from a log cabin on the peak of a hill. It must be Leroy's place, Crysilis thought. They continued up the hill and stopped in front of the home.

"Hello?" Crysilis called out. "Anyone here?"

Streamline panned the primitive building and tools. No metal, no technology. What kind of place is this? he thought.

"Welcome," came a voice behind them.

Crysilis and Streamline spun around to see a male around the age of 18 who looked to be of Asian-American decent. He had a black ponytail braided from a top knot, was about five feet ten inches tall, and wore a form-fitting tunic-type shirt with closures at the neck and wrists.

"May I assist you?" The guy bowed.

"It would be appreciated," Crysilis said. "We're looking for a robot named Vecto and the owner of this land, Leroy Johnson."

"Follow me," the greeter said and walked toward the cabin.

* * *

Vecto now ran across a field of long grass. His shields burned from the chi around him as he headed for towering windmills. Bubbles of energy formed and exploded around him as he sifted through the minefield. But Leroy wasn't in sight. The explosions stopped, and Vecto noticed the grass blowing westward. He scanned for Leroy. Nowhere. He looked at the windmills turning from the breeze. When he did, a gust of wind shook them, causing them to spin erratically.

"I'm get'n hungry," Leroy called out, hovering in front of one of the windmills. "Time t' end this little fiasco!" He formed chi energy around his fists, channeling the energy around him to focus it.

"I will not lose!" Vecto yelled back. His shields expanded, plowing through the ground, sending grass and dirt in the air as they sucked carbon, killing the grass around him.

Leroy flew down at Vecto, forming a cluster of blue energy around his fist. But Vecto stayed put. The air rippled by Leroy as Vecto's body came into view. Vecto stood there, holding an arm up; only, he was missing a hand-worse yet, his gun.

"Dag gummit!" Leroy yelled. He immediately stopped in midair and spun around to see a zero point energy blast headed for him. He quickly shot the energy from his fist away as the blast struck him, pushing him toward Vecto. Vecto had his fist ready and pounded Leroy in the back, crushing him against the energy, plowing him through it. The blast split and pounded on Vecto's shield as Leroy was thrown. His body tumbled across the field as pieces of his clothing and his tattered hat flew from his body. He settled in the middle of the field with his head buried in dirt, his hat floating beside him.

Vecto was satisfied that he had won. Somehow, he felt weaker, and it took more effort to walk to Leroy's body. Was the magnetic floatation disks joining his body failing? It didn't matter. He stepped beside Leroy's body and lowered his Blaster 3,000 from high in the air. The cylinder gun sifted through two shields and relocated in front his arm.

"Now tell me where Zendora is," Vecto ordered, pointing the gun at him.

No response.

"Leroy, I need to know," Vecto said, lowering the gun. "I won this match."

Leroy was still face first on the ground. Steam from the blast impact smoked in the air from his body.

"Leroy?" Vecto asked again, a little concerned. He reached down and flipped over the farmer's body. Leroy's face and body were scarred and burnt. Blood seeped from his skin.

"Leroy!" Vecto yelled, scanning the body for a pulse. Did I overdo it, Vecto thought. Did I kill him?