If there's any one thing in existence that's objectively more boring than traveling alone, gazing at endless miles of thousands of trees that look exactly alike, musing over the pointless object of your pursuit and pondering why it was you job to get it, Necronimus didn't know what it was. Havering had sent him out to collect some random item from the far depths of Zolott. Something or other about the destruction of reality. Whatever it was, Necronimus knew that he was bored getting it. And what do Infects do for a quick jolt of fun? That's right; they try to kill stuff.
And that's why he decided to pick on Kyanosa.
Oddly enough, Kyanosa was hardly surprised when a seven-foot-tall robot thumped to the ground a few yards in front of him. He'd seen enough weird stuff so far that it just didn't seem strange.
"Hi, mister robot guy!" Kyanosa smiled and held out his hand to be shaken. "Good to see you here. Things were getting a bit lonely anyway. Hey, would you mind greatly telling me exactly where I am right now? I've been wandering for quite a while and I think I'm quite lost...hey, you gonna shake my hand or what?"
"I would like to remove it," the robot stated.
Kyanosa jumped backwards and flipped out his new yo-yo. "I bet you're one of them baddie fellas, aye? Good. I get to really test my stuff out now!" With that, he shot the end of the toy at the robot, where it promptly stuck on his chest. "Yo-yo, retract and throw this guy for a loop!" Well, it did retract. Unfortunately, Necronimus weighed more than a tree.
Kyanosa ended up flying through the air and running right into the other. The yo-yo released its sticky hold and spun back into the former's hand. Necronimus raised a fist, intending on planting a nice First Earth plant into the forest, but struck only dirt as Kyanosa rolled out of the way. From the ground, he threw the yo-yo over the robot's head and around a rather high branch. Another quick retract and bare dodge of the creature's flailing limbs and the human was winging away from danger, Tarzan-style, sticking the toy to branches and releasing, staying airborne just enough to grab another branch.
We know what Infects do when they're bored - kill something. Guess what they do when they're angry?
A few seconds later, Necronimus was charging through the forest after the almost-flying teenager, knocking over trees and hurling random things at him in a vain attempt to get him back at ground level. Near blind with the rage that comes when a mere human makes jokes at one of Havering's finest and gets away, he hardly noticed where exactly they were going at all.
Eventually, Kyanosa ran out of tall, swing-ready objects when the forest abruptly ended. Luckily (and I guarantee that's the only time you'll find the word "luck" in my stories without the prefix "bad"), he had spent a whole season on his school's track team. Glancing around to find the thing behind which he could most likely hide, he sprinted towards a largish (it's a word now) building kind of far away. Necronimus tramped right behind, ever gaining on the tiring young man.
As it's hard to hide around a building when your opponent could walk through it, Kyanosa bolted inside the open front doors and stopped short. The inside of the place was utter chaos. From his reading in the book and the few pieces of art not smashed into almost as many pieces as Kyanosa had jokes, he slightly recognized it as the interior of the Yoshi Sanctuary. Of course, none of the big-nosed creatures happened to be around when evil, mega-strong robots were stomping after the visitors. Go fig.
Kyanosa knew full well that he would be followed inside, so he found the staircase to the second level and crouched in a dark corner. He finished summoning his sword just as the monster jogged in and halted in the middle of the room, confused. It then started to walk around the perimeter of the room trying to find his prey around all the rubble. The second it got within range of Kyanosa, the latter jumped out, swinging his sword with the majority of the strength he had remaining dead center on the top of the robot's head. Instead of cleaving the robot in two, which was the intent, it stopped short at Necronimus' pate, sending a tremor through the whole of Kyanosa's body. He slumped to the floor , leaning on the sword.
"I hate you, you know that?"
A quick punch from Necronimus sliced through the air, inspiring Kyanosa to tear up the steps and onto the second level. He ran down the hallway. When he looked behind him, he spotted the robot unmoving at the other end. Instead of following Kyanosa, it had stopped to rip a wall from the frame around it, carrying it around like it only weighed a few pounds. It drew its arm back and hurled the stone block straight down the length of the hall. Kyanosa just managed to sidestep it, but it did make a hole in the wall behind him, exposing the lush grass and clear sky outside.
First Earth inspiration hits hard and fast. With Necronimus chasing after him again, Kyanosa leapt out the new window. He summoned the yo-yo, and extended it until it stuck on the roof just above the hole from which he had come. He then waited until just before he hit the ground, triggered the string's elastic properties, and slingshotted himself up and over the roof of the Yoshi Sanctuary. At the apex of his flight, he traded the yo-yo for the umbrella, opened it, and began to float gracefully in the breeze at a manageable downward pace.
Necronimus was just about to take off after him when Sir Pseudo Havering himself blinked into the hallway, asking "What are you doing?" It only took the one question to remind him that he was supposed to be running an errand for Havering, not chasing insignificant First Earth would-be heroes. Necronimus jumped out the hole and shot in another direction.
Havering then appeared on the roof, glaring at the floating Kyanosa. "Hm. Interesting man. I imagine that he could be very useful to my...no he couldn't." He shook his head and disappeared.
Kyanosa, on the other hand, was having a jolly good time. He had not only evaded and befuddled (Necronimus did take off in the wrong direction, after all) one of the evil bad fellows and seen the fabled Yoshi Sanctuary, but he was heading again in a completely random direction. He could land anywhere, quite possibly at this agent's feet! Or not. Whatever. He was just glad to be finally doing something in this strange and unusual conglomeration of worlds. Now if only he had somebody to listen to his jokes.