Gold, Silver, Iridium

"Soon, guys, we must save the civilians," Galea ordered in a firm yet calm voice. Her imposing figure stood out against the overcast sky as her eyes scanned the chaos surrounding them.

Timmy leaped to one side upon hearing his sister's words. A viscous green liquid streamed from his nose, shimmering under the dim light of the fading sunset. With agility, he manipulated the substance into a sort of slippery, elastic rope and hurled it toward one of the nearby ferries. The line tightened, and in an instant, the boy swung himself toward the vessel like an improvised pendulum.

"Ugh, gross!" Rayna and Arryn exclaimed simultaneously, wrinkling their noses at the sticky goo Timmy had used to propel himself. Despite their initial reaction, both knew there was no time to dwell on details; the situation was dire.

"Move," Galea urged softly, though her tone carried an unmistakable urgency. Her words were a balm amidst the chaos, a reassurance that everything would be alright if they trusted her.

The two girls exchanged a quick glance before heading off toward other boats. Rayna stretched out her arms, and with a golden flash, created a solid chain topped with a robotic anchor that plunged cleanly into the water with a crisp splash. Arryn, meanwhile, summoned a silvery whale composed of nanobots and blocks of silver extracted from her own body. The majestic construct emerged from the sea, gliding between the waves to guide the ferries toward the safety of the Statue of Liberty.

The enormous robot, enraged by the interference, hurled its wrecking ball toward one of the vessels. But just as it seemed about to strike, a giant iridium boomerang spun through the air with surgical precision, coiling around the chains holding the sphere. The ball began spinning wildly until it finally severed the chain and plummeted into the water with a deafening crash.

"That was incredible, sis!" Timmy shouted excitedly. Without missing a beat, he deployed his unique ability again: another green rope emerged from his nose, this time thicker and stronger, connecting to the base of the Statue of Liberty. He pulled with all his might, towing the ferry toward the island as if he were an impromptu rescue boat.

Some passengers watched in horror at the mucosal substance pulling the ferry, covering their mouths or moving as far away from the young man as possible. Others, however, thanked him with tears in their eyes, too grateful for their salvation to care how it was achieved.

Meanwhile, Rayna continued to guide the ferries with her golden chain, its surface gleaming like a river of light beneath the dying sun. Arryn maneuvered her silver whale with grace, gliding it between the waves as if it were a true protective cetacean. Both worked in perfect harmony, their fluid movements reflecting the fraternal bond they shared.

"Back off, whatever you are!" Galea shouted at the robot, placing herself firmly between it and the remaining ferries. Her stance was unyielding, ready to protect the others at any cost. The robot, enraged by the loss of its primary weapon, launched its mechanical arm—now transformed into a giant claw—directly at her.

With superhuman speed, Galea deflected the attack using an iridium plate she materialized in front of her. The metallic claw plunged into the water with a thunderous crash, sending up a column of white foam. The robot emitted a sharp screech, filled with frustration, as it watched the young woman remain unscathed before it.

But the victory was short-lived. From the depths of the water, the claw reemerged, this time wrapping itself around the boat where Galea stood. With devastating force, the robot squeezed, splitting the vessel in two. Before anyone could react, the claw dragged the girl down into the dark depths of the river.

"No, sister!" Timmy screamed in desperation, watching as the water swallowed his older sibling. The robot let out a metallic laugh, triumphant, convinced it had eliminated the obstacle preventing it from achieving its goal: destroying the humans.

The girls managed to guide all the civilians to the base of the Statue of Liberty, where they hurried to establish a protective perimeter. With precise and coordinated movements, they wove double-layered meshes of interlaced silver and gold that shimmered under the fading light of the sunset. These radiant barriers surrounded the rescued citizens, forming a sort of protective shield that seemed to vibrate with energy.

Timmy, still furious over the loss of his sister, wanted to confront the gigantic robot. But Rayna and Arryn stopped him firmly, positioning themselves between him and the enemy.

"You're no match for that thing," Rayna said, crossing her arms as her golden eyes flashed with determination. "We'll handle the robot. You stay here with the civilians. Your… snot powers won't be useful against something like that."

"It's not snot!" Timmy protested indignantly. "It's an amazing ability that can stick to anything!"

But the girls weren't listening anymore. They exchanged a resolute glance before issuing him one last warning.

"Just listen to us, Snot Boy," they said in unison, spinning on their heels to prepare for battle.

Rayna and Arryn summoned impressive weapons: razor-sharp swords and spears forged from gold and silver, respectively. They also clad themselves in gleaming armored suits that shone like divine armors. Their capes billowed in the wind as they ascended into the sky, floating gracefully toward the colossal robot. Without hesitation, they began hurling their sharp swords and spears, which embedded themselves into the metallic body of the enemy with a shrill, piercing sound.

The robot, damaged but still functional, started to crumble under their relentless assault. Finally, with a metallic roar, it collapsed into a heap of debris.

"Wow! I think we're stronger than we thought," Rayna murmured, admiring their handiwork with a mix of pride and awe.

However, their victory was fleeting. From among the wreckage of the robot emerged a new form: a small floating drone, its structure deliberately combining silver and gold to mimic both girls. Its "mouth," composed of piano keys that moved as if they were lips, twisted into a grotesque smile that sent chills down the spines of the young warriors.

The robot raised a hand, and suddenly the remaining debris began to transform into razor-sharp metallic needles, resembling those of a mechanical wasp. The lethal tips flew toward them, piercing through their defensive barriers as if they were paper. The girls screamed as they were thrust backward into the water, the needles embedding deeply into their armor and dragging them down into the dark depths.

Now unopposed, the robot turned its expressionless face toward Timmy and the civilians sheltered behind the golden and silver mesh. The demonic grin widened, and the keys of its mouth moved as if silently laughing.

"Uh-oh!" Timmy exclaimed, swallowing hard as he watched the enemy approach. "And now what do I do? It took them out so easily… and my sister… I don't think I can handle this thing on my own."

But there was no time for doubt. The civilians were counting on him.

"I have no choice," he muttered, clenching his fists with determination. "I have to protect them."

With a resolute shout, Timmy unleashed his unique power: a viscous green torrent burst from his nostrils, quickly spreading toward the robot. The sticky liquid enveloped the enemy, partially immobilizing it. For a moment, it seemed as though the boy had triumphed.

"Yes!" Timmy yelled, jumping with joy. "That's what you get for messing with my sister, you second-rate piece of junk!"

The civilians began to cheer, celebrating the apparent victory. But then, the robot emitted a low hum, almost like an industrial blowtorch. The flames heated the green liquid until it solidified, and then hidden saws embedded in its body sprang to life, slicing through the hardened material with ease. In a matter of seconds, it was free once again.

The sky seemed to darken even further as the civilians looked up in horror. Timmy also raised his gaze, feeling fear run icy cold down his spine. The robot stared at him intently, its piano-key mouth twisting into a mocking grin as it charged fragments of its former body, molding them into razor-sharp projectiles.

"Damn it!" Timmy muttered, clenching his fists in frustration. "Stupid robot…"

The enemy wasted no time. With a swift motion, it unleashed a barrage of metallic stingers directly at him and the civilians. The projectiles whistled through the air, promising death and destruction.

"Oh no! I thought I could take it on, but… what do I do now?" Timmy thought frantically as he watched the metal tips hurtling toward him like a lethal swarm. His mind raced desperately for a solution, but fear paralyzed him. Behind the protective mesh, the civilians screamed, their pale faces reflecting sheer terror.

Meanwhile, deep beneath the ocean, Rayna and Arryn struggled against the stingers that had dragged them to the seabed. The sharp tips, now transformed into heavy metallic chains, pinned them to the ocean floor. Every attempt to break free only made their situation worse; the chains tightened further, becoming oppressive blankets that immobilized them completely.

The cold, dark water surrounded them, and the weight of the stingers began to crush their armored suits. Though the golden and silver armor resisted much of the pressure, their helmets started to buckle under the relentless impacts of the needles. With an ominous crack, the visors of both helmets shattered, letting in jets of salty seawater.

"No… I can't breathe," Rayna murmured, her voice barely audible even inside her helmet. Her lungs burned as she fought to hold her breath, knowing every second was critical.

Arryn, her eyes squinting with effort, tried to channel her nanobots to create a protective shield, but oxygen was scarce, and her concentration faltered. Both felt life slipping away from them bit by bit, as if the depths of the ocean itself were conspiring against them.

"I'm sorry for being so hard on Timmy," Rayna thought, her thoughts fragmented as she struggled to stay conscious. "If I get out of this, I promise to be better to him. Please… help me…"

Arryn, for her part, squeezed her eyes shut, recalling the last time she had seen the boy. Her arrogance and lack of faith in him now seemed like unforgivable mistakes.

"Forgive me, Timmy…" she whispered inwardly, though her voice was now silent. "Your power just… grossed me out a little."

As the air ran out, their movements grew slower, weaker. The bubbles escaping their lips dispersed into the water, carrying away their final hopes. They could feel their bodies giving up, the darkness beginning to envelop their minds.

Just as their eyes were about to close forever, something emerged from the shadows. A massive, glowing figure appeared before them, wrapping them in a dim but steady light. They couldn't make out exactly what it was, but they felt the plates that had pinned them begin to dissolve. The oppressive weight vanished, allowing them to float freely.

However, before they could react, the light engulfed them completely, plunging them into perpetual darkness.