Something You're Not
The four mechs smashed into each other with a loud metallic bang.
Bishop slowly uncurled from where he’d hit the floor trying avoid the on-coming mass of red, yellow and green. He cringed when he saw Rook, Pawn, Jack and Ten trying to sort themselves out from a tangle of limbs.
“Bloody hell!” Jack cursed as he wriggled out from under Ten. “Bishop, you useless sot, get off the field!”
“I … I’m … I’m sorry!” Bishop stuttered, flinching away from the glare Jack was leveling him with.
“For once, I’m agreeing with Jack.” Pawn growled. The yellow and red mech quickly glanced over at his twin to make sure Rook wasn’t hurt. This training exercise was supposed to be an easy thing and it usually was … whenever Bishop wasn’t involved. “You can’t use a sword or an axe, your hand-to-hand is abysmal, you can barely shoot straight. Face it, you’re absolute rubbish in a fight.”