Beginings

Shata pulls up his collor has the frist cill of the season catchs him by surprise. Through the crowded streets he see what he has been smelling for almost a block now.
"Chilli Dog and some of that coffe-syurp you've got there." Shata says to the merchant.
"Buck fifty"
>Ive been here to long.< Shata thinks to himself paying his bill and glancing at his watch.
Eating his Chilli dog in a hurry Shata heads for the city limits pondering which way to go next. His mutantated ear catchs the all to familliar sound of people screaming and jets roaring as they close in.
{Surender Mutant} the familier Sentinal said as it landed, diegarding the Sentinal as they clear he streats in a shear panic, shearching for any cover they could find.
"Ah jeeze, and here I was thinking you boys forgot about me this week, but only one? Should I be insulted or are garbage cans really that hard to come by these days?" Shata yelled mockingly as he unsheathed his blade from around his waist.
The Sentinal shoots Shata square in the chest, who usin his blade as a brace notices his clothing give way to show his partially metalic body.
{That was a waring shot, come peacefully and you will come to no harm by the Sentinals}
>Warning shot my foot...< Shata thinks to himself as he leaps, raming his blade diagionally through the Sentinals chest from the right shoulder.
As the Sentinal falls, metal arms spring from the cuts attempting to capture Shata, who cuts them away with ease.
"Why dont you try somthing new, ya over grown tin-can! This dance of ours is getting REALLY boring now!"
Sudenly the arms return to their places and the 2 peices of the Sentinal begin to recreate them selves into 2 new Sentinal, the same size as as the first.
>Ok, thats new, and slightly annoying.<
Knowing the same tatics would land him more Sentinals to fight, Shata decides to give in and use his mutant abilliys.
"Try this on for size!" as he sheaths his blade, leaps up, and curls into a ball in one motian, transforming into a metal ball, shooting spikes into every direction on the Sentianls, His right eye telling him that they had been disabled at long last.
Picking up the remnats of his clothing Shata takes notice as his left shoulder blade turns to metal.
>Damn, Ive gotta pick the search up......<