The man fired his gun at the advancing cyborg, but the bullets harmlessly ricocheted off her chest, tights and helmet. Emily closed in, knocking the gun out of his hand. The thief kicked her in the crotch with enough force to send her a few inches up, but went pale after a load clang and collapsed, holding on to his broken leg. Emily took a step back to get a better view of her weeping target and saw him reaching out for his gun again. She did not hesitate to raise a leg and stomp her heel into the back of his palm, crushing his fingers. The man cried in agony, pathetically trying to get his bleeding appendage from under 300 pounds of steel. Emily stepped off, then bent down and gripped his head, raising him off the ground with ease. The thief tried to force his way out, but that proved futile against a robotic body. The man's feet were now dangling helplessly in the air.
"P-please... S-stop!" He pleaded "I was g-going to let him g-go...! Honest!"
Emily held him above the ground for a few more seconds, deciding on what to do with him, then dropped him. The guy fell to her feet, coughing up blood and trying to regain his breath. Emily was amazed how easy this fight was and how powerful she became. Usually a small girl would be no match for a street thug, but he didn't stand a chance against a robot. Earlier she would've been so afraid she would never even dare to look in the direction of trouble, but now she could kick anyone's ass with ease. This reminded her, however, that she still had to fix that eye of hers...
"Thank you! Thank you so much!" The old man, a victim, cried "Whoever you are, you saved my life! But..." He looked up to her worried "Are you... OK? You didn't look too well when you got here..."
"Positive. I am functioning correctly" Emily replied. placing her hands on the both sides of her helmet and lifting it up with a soft click. She carefully rubbed her eye and tried to smile to the old man "Some liquid has been interfering with my field of vision" She put the helmet back on, with another soft click of the locks, turned around on her heels and marched back to the main street leaving the two men behind.