Bandages, Hair, Goal?

The explosion was monumental. The missile, loaded with chromatic acid, began to corrode everything in its path, disintegrating the interior of the giant vacuum cleaner. Metallic fragments flew in all directions as the acid devoured the robot's internal structures.

"Quickly!" shouted Axel, raising his voice to be heard over the deafening roar.

The other two siblings responded with a firm nod. Without wasting a moment, they created a massive shield that protected both themselves and the civilians from the corrosive substance and deadly shrapnel exploding on contact. The shield combined lead, chrome, and aluminum, forming an impenetrable barrier that gleamed under the light of the explosions.

In addition to the acid, hundreds of aluminum shards and lead bullets shot out, striking everything they encountered. The carpet-sweeping robot began to crumble slowly, much like the interior of the vacuum. Soon, the central chip, located at the top of the bag, was exposed before them.

"Hurry! Keep the shield up using propulsion on your feet," ordered Axel, preparing for his final attack.

With millimeter precision, he activated small thrusters in his boots and stepped out from the protection of the shield. Gripping a sharp aluminum spear as if it were a javelin, he hurled it toward the chip with all his strength. The spear struck its target directly, obliterating it completely.

The interior of the machine began to collapse rapidly. Systems failed one after another, and the gigantic robotic vacuum ceased to function. The bag containing the survivors and the remnants of the city started to tilt, allowing the siblings and the civilians to escape just before everything collapsed.

Finally, the three siblings emerged outside along with the survivors, who couldn't hide their astonishment and gratitude.

"Well, it wasn't exactly how we planned it… but it worked," Max remarked with a laugh, trying to lighten the mood.

"We almost didn't make it," added Liam, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.

"Yeah, but it worked," replied Axel with a faint smile, crossing his arms as he watched the citizens begin to scatter in search of shelter.

The people thanked them profusely, some even hugging them, but the siblings knew their work wasn't finished yet. With one last glance at the now inert vacuum cleaner, they set off again, ready to face whatever other challenges might await them in the devastated city.

"—And he takes one, two… AND HE SCORES!" came a voice shouting from somewhere in Buenos Aires.

The boy, dressed head-to-toe in a sky-blue athletic uniform complete with cleats and accessories fit for a professional player, was drenched in sweat as if he had just played an epic football match. His dark roots contrasted sharply with the blonde streaks on top, evidence of what looked like a recent dye experiment. Around him, the field was littered with destroyed machines—a testament to the battle he had waged moments before.

With large hazelnut-colored eyes, he gazed proudly at his accomplishment while cradling a ball under his arm. Despite appearing no older than ten, he exuded overflowing confidence.

"And the great Dante scores again! No one can stop the mighty Dante Soccerbold!" he declared triumphantly, pointing dramatically at himself.

But his celebration was cut short by an authoritative voice.

"Agent E-10, what are you doing? Stop playing around!" the voice commanded sternly.

Dante spun quickly toward the approaching woman, trying—and failing—to mask his nervousness.

"I'm not playing! I'm working! Can't you see that, Isis?"

The figure of Isis Gaber emerged behind him, imposing and elegant. She wore a short dress that ended well above her knees, adorned with striking details that perfectly matched the ornaments in her jet-black hair. Her earrings sparkled almost as brightly as the golden makeup highlighting her piercing blue eyes. At only twenty years old, her presence radiated authority.

"Don't make me angry, kid. You know how I get," Isis warned, her serious gaze causing Dante to take a step back.

"Y-yes… Sorry, E-3," the boy stammered, lowering his head.

Isis sighed deeply before continuing:

"Why did you run off? We were fighting those robots, and then suddenly you disappeared without a word."

Dante smiled sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck.

"I couldn't help it… This stadium is incredible. It's such a shame those crazy coffee machines wrecked part of it," he replied, gesturing to the field strewn with shattered robots.

Isis raised an eyebrow but didn't have time to respond as Dante abruptly changed the subject.

"Hey! What about that weird half-braided guy who was with us? Where is he?" he asked, glancing around curiously.

"Now that you mention it, I haven't seen him since you left my side," Isis responded, her brow furrowing slightly.

At that moment, hurried footsteps approached. A familiar voice called out from a distance:

"Guys, watch out! I'm bringing the fun straight to you!"

It was a boy with skin as dark as polished obsidian, reflecting light faintly. His dreadlocks cascaded into a long ponytail, bursting into vibrant colors at the tips, contrasting with his pale blond roots. Bright green eyes stood out even more thanks to the blue sleeveless shirt painted beneath them. He wore brown cargo shorts, giving him a relaxed, adventurous look. This was Agent B-6, better known as Andre Diallo, fifteen years old.

"Who are you?" Dante asked, eyeing him curiously.

"I'm Agent B-6, or Andre if you prefer! Run!" Andre shouted, pointing urgently toward the sky.

A gigantic robotic Jabiru dove down toward them, its massive beak opening wide to swallow the newcomer whole. But just before it could reach him, a bandage launched from Isis's hand saved him in the nick of time.

"—Take this! Pick on someone your own size, you giant robotic bird!" shouted Dante as he began hurling balls at the mechanical avian.

The Jabiru, irritated by the attacks, started flapping its wings with tremendous force, generating gusts of wind so intense they resembled a hurricane. Everyone was sent flying through the air, unable to stay on their feet. The enraged creature opened its beak and emitted a devastating ultrasonic screech that turned everything it touched into dust.

Dante went soaring mid-scream, cutting through the air like a leaf torn from a tree during a storm. "Oh no, I won't make it!" Isis exclaimed breathlessly, gripping one of her bandages tightly as it wrapped around the bow strapped to her back. The roaring wind whipped against her face, making every movement an uphill battle.

Suddenly, Dante felt something firm grab him around the waist. It was Andre, who had caught him using one of his long golden dreadlocks as if it were a sturdy rope. "I've got you," he said calmly, though the intensity in his eyes betrayed the tension of the moment.

"We need to shut that thing's beak!" Isis yelled over the deafening howl of the wind. "It's its wings," Dante corrected. "Whatever it is, she's right," Isis snapped. "It's not letting us advance, and this hurricane is destroying everything in its path." Andre nodded, but his gaze remained fixed on the chaos surrounding them. "First, we should get to a safe spot," he replied, raising his voice to be heard. However, Dante and Isis could barely hear him, their ears overwhelmed by the relentless gusts lashing out like invisible whips.

With a swift and precise motion, Andre stretched another strand of his hair, sliding it underground until it was securely tied to the robotic bird's leg. With yet another lock, he wrapped Isis, and the three managed to temporarily escape the radar of the colossal mechanical bird.

"That bird isn't stopping," Dante muttered through gritted teeth as he struggled to maintain his balance. His feet slipped on the uneven ground, and his hands trembled with frustration.

"Well, we need to shut its beak because, besides the wings, that thing emits an infernal noise from its mouth, as I already told you," Isis insisted, her voice brimming with determination. "And how do you plan to do that?" Andre asked, adjusting his grip on the strands of hair anchoring him. "I think we should take out those wings first."

"I know how," Isis announced with a mysterious smile. She closed her eyes for a moment, focusing, and began chanting words in an ancient language: "NACAKSE ESC BEETLES." Suddenly, her body seemed to vibrate, and from it emerged thousands of tiny black beetles that scurried rapidly up the robot's metallic legs. Within seconds, they covered the enormous wings, temporarily blocking the devastating airflow.

The robotic bird, aware of the threat, tried to get rid of the intruders with its enormous gleaming beak. But before it could succeed, Isis raised her hands and declared, "Bandage Binding." Her fingers transformed into long white bandages that snaked through the air, coiling firmly around the mechanical Jabiru's beak.

"Alright, if you're doing that, then I'll knock it to the ground," Andre added decisively. With a skillful motion, he used his dreadlocks to tie the creature's legs. Then, with a sharp tug, he caused the bird to lose its balance, wobble, and finally crash heavily onto the ground with a metallic thunderclap.

"Wow, I guess I didn't have to do anything," Dante joked, crossing his arms with a theatrical gesture that exaggerated his relaxed stance. A mischievous smile played on his lips as he observed the scene before him with a mix of relief and barely concealed pride. "If it were just the two of you here, working together as smoothly as now, you'd have easily captured this giant robotic bird." His voice, dripping with sarcasm, echoed among the scattered metallic remains on the ground, as though the very air was infected by his irony. The boy arched an eyebrow in mock seriousness, but his eyes sparkled with childish mischief impossible to hide.

"Hey, kids!" protested Isis, panting as she clung to the bandage immobilizing the bird. "I can't stay glued to this thing forever. I can hold it, but not for long."

"Soccer kid," Andre interjected, addressing Dante in a sarcastic tone, "I can't keep this up forever with my hair either. Besides, what are you doing? Just throwing balls around. What good is that going to do? Are you going to score a goal on it?"

"Hey!" interrupted Isis, fiercely defending Dante. "Don't talk to my apprentice like that."

"Your apprentice?" Dante murmured, confused.

The robotic bird, enraged, began to glow with an intense red light. Suddenly, its body split into two identical birds, each as imposing and lethal as the original.

"Damn it!" shouted Andre, his golden dreadlocks straining under the pressure. "One was already enough—now there are two?! I don't think I can handle this… I'm going to go bald!" His voice trembled between frustration and exhaustion.

"And I'm out of bandages," muttered Isis, gritting her teeth as she watched her last bindings unravel before her eyes. Both turned their heads toward Dante, who stood motionless, his gaze fixed on the two mechanical birds, his head tilted slightly downward.

"Move! Get out of there!" yelled Isis, quickly launching new bandages to shield him from the razor-sharp beaks already swooping down at him. The metallic clang of the attacks reverberated in the air, accompanied by the screeching whine of the machines.

"I think you hurt his feelings, and now he's sulking," Isis told Andre, gesturing worriedly toward Dante. Her voice was firm but laced with urgency, her words floating amidst the metallic clamor of the mechanical birds. She observed the boy, whose head remained bowed, staring at the ground as if it might offer him some kind of answer. His shoulders were slightly hunched, and his posture radiated a mix of restrained frustration and wounded pride.

Andre, though exhausted, forced a crooked smile as his dreadlocks unfurled like spinning spirals, moving rapidly in an attempt to restrain the second bird advancing toward them with heavy, menacing steps.

"Hey! I'm sorry if I offended you," Andre replied between gasps, struggling against the strain of holding back the metallic creature that seemed to be gaining ground. "I'm sorry—it was the heat of the moment." He paused, looking at Dante with seriousness; his eyes reflected both fatigue and frustration. "And now that we're about to become metal-bird food, I apologize because I don't know what else to do." The two birds watched them with an almost lifelike intensity, their blinking lights flickering like angry eyes.

"Well, at least you admit it," responded Isis as she wove an improvised barrier with her bandages, trying to shield both of them from the relentless assault of the sharp beaks. The blows rang out like metallic thunder, and each impact reverberated beneath their feet, sending tremors that shook the ground. The menacing flashes of the machines illuminated the area with cold, aggressive bursts of light.

"Who said I was crying?" Dante shot back finally, lifting his head with a determined expression that contrasted sharply with his youthful appearance. His eyes gleamed with a mixture of resolve and unshakable confidence. "You're right… Throwing balls at those birds won't help at all? That's what you think…" A mischievous smile spread across his face as he watched the two birds demolish Isis's bandage shield with one final crushing blow. "But I'm going to show you what my power can really do."