Seth realised that many others were probably ahead of him. "Gotta pick up the pace on these." He prepared himself for his special move, jumping as high into the air as he could. He could use both spikes and chains, but he didn't have to use both at once. "Spike Storm!" He launched a barrage of spikes from his wrists, as many as he could handle. The barrage of spikes started lashing onto the weaker robots, pummelling them. However, some of the 3 pointers started stampeding towards the crushed robot he was near. "No you don't!" He launched down many layers of spikes, using them like Police Stingers to disrupt the robots movement, making them immobile. He landed back down on his robot mount. "39." He grunted, heaving out large breaths through the smoke and steam. "Not enough." He dragged himself down the robot he stood on. "You've been good to me buddy, but I need you." He grabbed it, hooking into it with two chainspikes, and flipping into the air, launching it spinning towards the 3 pointers trapped in the stingers. A large explosion happened, and he looked back at the clearing smoke. The four 3 pointers had barely survived, and the blast had destroyed the stingers. They marched slowly onwards, preparing their missiles. He didn't want to be like dad, he didn't want to use his old moves. But he needed them. He hopped into the air, yelling and launching 8 rows of spikes deep into the ground. "Spike Surge!" The spikes made ripples in the ground as they honed in towards their targets, popping out of the ground to launch the bots into the air. They landed, finally giving him their points. He wiped blood and soot from his chin, caused by the numerous explosions he had caused. "51."