What comes up must come down, Here my feet don’t touch the ground

The man turned, drawing his sword, all n one fluid movement. The boy, Aves was his name, gasped; He turned on the recording on his binoculars, plugged in the microphone, and watched the show.

The robots floated around the island at regular intervals, the man just stood there, still smiling.

With a crackle of static the robot spoke.
"+YOU ARE HEREBY DETAINED++"

"++FOR BREAKING THE PEACE++"

"++AND FOR DESTROYING ONE OF US++

"++COME QUIETLY OR DIE+++" 
They each spoke a part in turn. All the while moving, all the while getting ready to attack. Then the man spoke. "Sorry, bucket heads, I have a job to do, and don’t try the you will fire line, it’s a cliché.

With that he jumped, humming a part of a half remembered song. Swinging his sword in a circle.

"what comes up must come down, here my feet dont touch the ground."   

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