"Fuck!" Kyoji cursed, his eyes widening at the weapon the robot's sword had transformed into - a wicked-looking glaive. He was already in a precarious situation. His success so far had hinged on his ability to dart in close, using speed and reflexes to land blows before the robot could react. But this new weapon, with its extended reach, threatened to completely shut down his fighting style.
[Threat must be annihilated at all cost], the robot boomed, its voice devoid of emotion. It surged forward, the glaive a silver blur as it sliced through the air towards Kyoji.
Kyoji threw himself back, narrowly avoiding the attack. The force of the blow shattered the floor where he had been standing a moment before, sending shards of concrete flying.
'It's gotten even stronger?' Kyoji thought, his mind reeling. The robot seemed to have tapped into a new level of power, its movements faster and more brutal than before.