He stepped into the street and lowered his hands to the ground, depositing the child and the firefighter he had rescued. The robot gave her a thumbs-up with its other four-fingered hand. He hadn’t previously been so dedicated to it like his parents were, but since Cheer Raider showed up he never missed it. These things weren’t supposed to happen outside of comics and television. “Pike!” One end of the baton burst into a blaze of sparks as a ten inch pointed spike appeared. He freed one of his flashlights and carefully crept closer. The sleeveless top or “shell” was primarily red, while the striped trim at the top and bottom, more properly called the braid, was arranged yellow-white-orange-white-yellow. It became hard almost instantly. She had added her number to his contact list. He hadn’t previously been so dedicated to it like his parents were, but since Cheer Raider showed up he never missed it.
