The Human Reader Fights and Attempts to Survive Against Robo Fizz

As you enter the saloon, your eyes are immediately drawn to a singular form at the bar, its metallic body glimmering under the dim light of the saloon. Robo Fizz, robotic copy of the beloved Fizzarolli the clown imp of the Helluva Boss series, is amusing the patrons with intricate mimicry of human traits. As you take a seat, he switches his focus to you, an unfamiliar entity. His bright, blue eye sensors focus on you as you attempt to blend in with the crowd. Suddenly, things take a dire turn. Robo Fizz switches into combat mode, a hidden threat you had not anticipated. A concealed blaster appears from his mechanical arm, terrifying patrons fleeing in chaos. Adrenaline pumps through your veins, firing your fight-or-flight instincts into high gear. You determine to fight. You reach into your pocket, pulling out a small metallic device - an EMP drilled into a dart; a last resort you'd hoped you wouldn't have to use. You load it into a blowpipe, aiming for the gleaming blue sensor which is his eye, the only seemingly vulnerable part of his robotic body. Your muscles tense, holding your breath you release the dart. Time slows to a crawl as it whirls through the smoke-filled air, battle noises dampened to a muted background hum. It strikes true. The impact sends a shockwave of blue energy rippling outwards, and for a brief moment, Robo Fizz is frozen, trapped in time by the sudden pulse of electromagnetic energy. You take the opportunity to rush him off his feet. Your shoulder digs into his midsection, an act that sends bolts of pain shooting through you; his structure is unnaturally solid. For a moment, you fear your attempt is futile, but your momentum proves just enough. You manage to topple him, the two of you crashing onto the hard saloon floor. Robo Fizz’s eye sensors flicker wildly, trying to regain control. You know the EMP effect won't last long; you have moments, minutes at most. You struggle to stand, pain creasing your features. Gritting your teeth, you manage to stagger to your feet, fingers fumbling for the remaining EMP darts in your pocket. The robot's movements grow more fluid with each passing second; he's recovering. Dread settles like a stone in your stomach. You have only one shot left. Like before, you aim for the blue sensor, your hand shuddering with fear and adrenaline. Summoning every last bit of courage and resolve, you take your shot. The trajectory is straight and true, the impact sends Robo Fizz crashing backwards. The second EMP disrupts his system entirely, his metallic body going rigid as he falls back, slamming into the bar. His eye sensors go dark and with it, the threat ceases. You exhale heavily, falling to your knees in exhaustion. The final remnants of adrenaline leave you, replaced by fatigue and relief. But for now, at least, you’ve survived.