"Melted?" The Scientist thought, and after a moment's pause, shook his head slowly. "No, these machines are built from a synthesized carbon. You can't get temperatures that hot in an open environment like this without melting or burning everything in this room, and sucking the oxygen from the room."
"And I don't know how protective your barrier is, but if it allows light to pass through it, then it will surely allow the radiation to pass through it when their cores go critical."
The Scientist was lost in thought as the dragon with silver scales looked to him, and turned orange. At this point he was confused, but assumed that in this land of magic and dragons, stranger things existed. Maybe the dragon's color change was part of a fighting mechanism it had developed.
Then inspiration. The mind of the Scientist was quick and clever (After all, that's what scientists were bred for), and the pieces of this worry fell into place.
Reaching into the recesses of his jacket, he revealed a series of odd disk shaped items, a strange gun with a metallic sheen, and other odd knick-knacks wholly unrecognizable to the citizens of this land.
"We won't be able to do much separately, but together, we should have enough between us to stop 5 or 6 Sentient Bots at least."
The Scientist walked to the door, and placed the strange objects beside it. The Sentient Robots were sure to enter through the door. They lacked imagination, that was their downfall.
"Water." The Scientist said simply. "We need water."
The bar patrons came together, and filled jars and buckets and barrels with water, and placed these by the door as well.
"Now I heard you mention having the ability to generate force fields." The Scientist said, pointing to the dragon. "I assume that this force field will allow light to pass through it, and as such, heat. Electricity too, I should hope. If so, when the Robots enter that door, I want you to encompass them within a force field. Make sure, and this is especially important, you trap the water in there with them, but not the objects I placed beside the door."
"And you," The Scientist said, moving his attention, "I heard you're proficient in fire. We won't be able to melt them, but we can use your skills to sway the fight in our favor. When they enter that door, wait until they are trapped in the dragon's force field, and I want you to aim for the water. Hit it hard, hit it heavy. With any luck, we can generate the necessary energy levels fast enough to do some good."
"Now everyone else, I want you to wait for my say-so, and we're going to attack the objects left outside the force field. But Only Ranged Attacks! They may not look it, but those small items I placed by the door have a pretty powerful electric kick to them, and it's imperative we stay as far from them as possible."
The hand held device beeped once more. They were almost here.
"Do not get cocky!" The Scientist shouted to those about to fight. "I may not know about magic, but I assure you other people on NeoBabylon Island do. These robots have been built by the most cunning minds in the world with the best and most advanced innovations in the fields of science and magic. They may look slow and clunky, but I assure you they can survive most anything thrown directly at them."
"Then how can this series of seemingly useless acts affect them?" One asked.
The Scientist smiled, standing calmly with his hands behind his back, facing the door. "We're not going to attack them directly. We're going to outthink them. Just do what I said, and we'll likely survive."
"Everyone know what to do? First the dragon makes a forcefield, then the fire-user heats the water, and finally, the rest will attack those objects I placed by the door."
The bar patrons readied themselves for a fight, as the Scientist stood calmly in the middle of the bar, with the fighters behind him. He could always manage to calm himself in times of great stress. Must be because of that NeoBabylonian city life!
Then, thinking about it, the Scientist turned once more to the dragon. "If we survive this attack, I'm going to be darting from robot to robot very quickly, opening their chest casings. You're going to see something very bright inside their chests. Take those bright things, and using as much dirt as you can fit in your force field, mash them into a ball, with those glowy things in the center, and a nice, thick shell of dragon-hardened Earth. That should hopefully get rid of any ill effects of radiation fairly quickly."
The device beeped once more, and in the distance, an explosion could be heard. The last lines of defense.
"Get ready everyone. Here they come!"
The door burst open, and 3 Sentient Robots entered, 8 feet tall, black as the night, and as large as boulders. They made odd buzzing sounds, and raised their arms; pointing very large guns at the Scientist standing before them...
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