Maybe intentionally trying to mess with interdimensional portals was a bad idea, Akira thought just before she was pulled in. Well, at least she wasn't bored anymore.
She lands in... Probably this is a post-apocalyptic wasteland, what with all the ruined buildings slouching against each other, the moaning wind heavy with sand (that's covering the ground and some of the ruined buildings), the very aesthetic rusted playground...
It's quiet, except for the wind and the rustle of sand. At least at first.
"Very different aesthetic here. I like it though. Hard to tell if the locals intend for flight so I guess I'll walk for now."
She picks a direction and starts walking. She looks around with a big smile on her face.
- At which point she hears a not-very-distant low boom and some rumbling. And then some whizzing, and some whistling, and some crackling pops.
She finds:
• A collection of assorted robots (metal a dark brown interrupted by corrosion and old scratches), in various states of 'blown up'
• Not all of whom are entirely dead
• And one of whom is being apparently vivisected by a smiling humanoid.
"Stop screeching so much, I didn't blow up your core," she informs the screaming robot as she starts hooking up wires from a device of some kind to assorted points in its chest cavity. "Though if you want to like complain I need more data on speech..."
"Stooop!" one of the other not entirely dead robots wails.
"There we go!" chirps the possibly insane humanoid. "Great data, keep going."
Hmm, usually the less numerous side is the champion side. "Hello there. Do you need any help?" She'll take out her axe at a small size, only half her height.
"Usually I would say I'm a helper but I'm not quite sure what I'll be around here yet. I wasn't quite planning to be here and I don't know how things work around here enough to know."
"Wellll if you don't know what you are you should let me take you apart. For science!"
"You know plenty of people have tried nobody has ever succeeded. When someone hits me enough I just disappear and reappear a while later. Come to think of it I don't know what will happen if I disappear here. Will I show up back home or will I show up again here? Interesting question... I'm not eager to test it though because home is boring at the moment."
"Hmmm, good point... I might have to put you through other tests first! Though do you know what the threshold is for 'hits you enough?' I might be able to get some good data before hitting that. Like this guy," she steps on the vivisected robot currently trying to crawl away from her, "Isn't dead yet."
"I don't know how strong weapons are around here. I know how many attacks it takes with weapons I'm familiar with but I don't have a local point of reference."
She tilts her head both ways. "You know what, sure you can hit me once with whatever as long as it's not like a finisher attack if you have that sort of thing around here."
Hmmm given what the ideal tools for investigating someone's internal mechanisms are, she's going to start with the good old fallback of 'a knife.' (She's fast and strong, and it hits a lot harder than a knife should, but it's definitely not a finishing move.)
The knife feels like it's meeting resistance as it passes through her but when Jackass pulls back there's not even a scratch. "I think I could take about a hundred hits like that. More if I was actually trying to protect myself."
"That's so cool!!! I want to investigate more, even if it's sad I can't take you apart..."
"I like your attitude. Experimenting with things is fun. It's also an important thing for champions to be willing to do."
"Alright." She settles in to watch, trying to understand the purpose of what Jackass is doing. Maybe there's some sort of investigation mechanic?
Seems to be! She's got a couple of small machines she records things with or hooks up to the robots, and after she finishes off the two living ones she goes and grabs a pickup truck. She drives it right up to the edge of the killing field and starts putting assorted robot parts on it, in between all the analysis.