A girl walked over to Kite's table. Ashley, her named was, Kite recalled. She was a Flareon-hybrid, and bore the obvious characteristics of it, appearing very much like a walking talking furry animal. Now there's one who would have trouble living outside, Kite thought.
"Good morning, Kite," she said, then sat several seats away. Very soon after, one of the scientists walked in and called her away from her physical check-up.
Kite continued to eat his food in silence. Another hybrid, this time with the signs of being melded with a Pikachu, judging by the tail, ears, and cheeks, sat next to him. "Hey, what's up?"
"Nothing much," came the practiced, polite reply. Kite finished his last bite of food, giving him an excuse to leave. As he was leaving the cafeteria, another scientist approached him. "Time for your check-up, 010-293A."
Kite simply gave the scientist a look. When the scientist trudged off though, Kite followed him into a room off to the side of one of the complex's many hallways.
The check-up was nothing new, Kite had gone through many of them already in his short life. They checked his vision (still 20/20), his breathing, heart rate, weight (120 pounds, slightly on the scrawny side but quite normal), height (6' feet, not too shabby), BMI, and took blood samples for cholesterol.
Putting his jumpsuit back on, the scientist remarked to him, "Oh, that shipment you asked for. It's over there," he said, gesturing to a large box in the corner of the room.
Kite nodded in acknowledgment. "Thank you," he said.
"No problem, we were going to chuck them anyways."
Kite grabbed the box and hefted it. It was really heavy, but the contents were metal, so he had plenty of assistance in lifting it. Almost floating it down the hallway and up the stairs, he headed back to his dorm and opened the box.
Inside was a series of heavy metal chains. He took them out and sprawled them along the floor of his dorm. The scientist had given him about twice as much chain as he had asked for. Not that he was complaining, it was always good to have some spare around. He took a length of chain and pulled on it. It was slightly lighter than he would have liked, but strong enough that he was confident that no one, except maybe a fighting-Pokemon hybrid, could break it.
Sitting down surrounded by the chains, he set to work. Using his metal-bending powers, he snapped open some of the chains and melded together others to create chains of the proper length. Then, he broke chains on the ends and created loops, like a chain lasso. Once he had four 10-foot long lengths of chain and two 12-foot long ones, he slipped his arms and legs through the loops of the shorter chains, then slipped the other two around his waist. The chains, under the command of his will, wrapped themselves around his torso, legs, and arms. All ready. He placed the remaining chains back in the box and shoved it in a corner. Then, he practiced raveling and unraveling the chains with the most speed possible.
After about another twenty minutes, he walked out of his dorm then headed into the training arena. For a while, he had been debating with himself whether it was better to wait for actual battle to use them, or practice beforehand. Eventually he had come to the decision that practice was better. The element of surprise would only last so long, and it was more critical that he learn to use his new weapons better. Even if they weren't allowed in the battle arena, they would still provide some interesting new concepts for him to grapple with.
Walking into the training arena, he noticed that there were only a few other hybrids fighting. Interesting, he had expected there be a lot more, this being the first day it was back and all. People were staring at him because of the chains wrapped around his body. Probably they thought it was some kind of crude armor or something.
He called up four combat robots, and set them to the third highest level and on aggressive stance. They quickly spread out, encircling him.
Kite grinned. This was gonna be fun.
Opening his fists, he let charge flow through his body. He could see the magnetic field lines spreading out in front of him. He felt the click of each length of chain snapping to the magnetic fields.
With a flick of his wrists, he unraveled all six of his chains and sent them flying out towards the simulations. They were fast, granted, but they hadn't been expecting this. Three of them managed to jump out of the way, but Kite snagged the fourth, wrapping the length of chain attached to his right arm around the simulation's leg. Another chain, this time one of the ones attached to his torso, struck out and grabbed the simulation's other legs. Kite electrified the two chains, sending a massive 5,000 volts down the lengths of the chains. The robot's circuitry was fried nearly instantaneously. He flicked his wrist, the chains came alive like snakes again, and sent the dead robot flying towards another one.
The other three robots hadn't been idle during this time. They had spread out and backed further out of range, and were now attacking using attacks with longer ranges than his chains. No matter, Kite wasn't a melee fighter anyways. A flamethrower and a water gun approached from his two sides, so he ducked and rolled to the front. The column of flames and water met, and with a loud hiss, steam filled the immediate area. Not waiting for it to clear, Kite rushed towards a silhouette than might have been another robot. It was, and he attacked with the chains again, holding it down and using the same method he had earlier to short-circuit its fragile electronic equipment.
Two down, two to go. The steam had mostly cleared now. There was a big ol' continuous puddle a few feet from Kite and the robot who had fired the water gun. The robot was standing in the water.
Kite smiled. Too easy. Robots were so unintelligent. Humans were way better. He snapped another chain towards the puddle and sent another massive amount of voltage down the chain. The water took up the charge and conducted it all the way to the robot who had generated it, all in the blink of an eye. Electricity traveled at the speed of light.
Only one left. This time, nothing fancy. Kite simply shot lightning bolts out of his hands at it, while the robot tried to dodge them. Not giving it any time to counterattack, after slightly more than a minute, Kite had finally managed to hit in dead on the head. It crumpled to the ground.
Grinning widely, Kite retracted his chains, wrapping them around his body, then headed back out into the hallway.
