[ WP ] Describe the first use of superhuman soldiers in open combat .

So this was it. We would see first combat with the other part of the world in just a second or so. Raising my hand to the eyes and shielding them from the sun, an electronic binocular springs from the robo-additions to my hand automatically. Instantly, I can see the landscape before me much clearer, with a live datafeed from the satellite giving me information on possible enemy targets. The ‘ lizards ’ were slowly advancing. Humans, who had long given up their humanity with their genetic manipulations. They had increased their natural muscle size, and tone, and amount - until they looked like price bulls. They had added chameleon skin features to themselves to blend into the environment. They had abominations for ears in order to track you with them. And for weapons, they used huge hardened claws growing from their hands. - to list a few things. 
 I tap against my ear with my other hand and hold, to activate the contact: “ Delta Com, Delta Com; Apollo 4 – I confirm motion on the ground. The lizards are slowly approaching from the East. 2 Klicks from my position, ETA 4 minutes at our Line 4-4-7. ” “ Affirmative ” came the answer. “ Retreat to the line ”. - Thank god, I didn ’ t want to face these slimy ‘ superhumans ’ on my own. It was a good thing our half of the world was free of any genetic manipulations, free of the lizards who binged on it, even if they claimed it made them stronger, faster and better in any possible way. We had prepared for decades for this day, just as they had. Our weaponry, or prepared defenses and calculated strategies, WE were in place to throw them back, protect our way of life. 
 Turning around, I already activate the additional power for my legs in order to outrun the lizard advance. Scouting as a single unit sucks, bec – “ Shit! ” There he was. A Lizard! Witty little bastard had crawled around my position!! I can see the lizard ’ s chest heave in heavy breathing, although he ’ s changing his skin colors in confusing patterns to throw me off. His artificial, enhanced gilts flare, his ridiculous muscles bulge, I can make out scales – this guy is naturally armoured? No matter – 
 I raise my arm to fire from my MagCoil gun. A spent-uranium slug to the unhuman eyes, and this supersold- ugh. The lizard is on me, pressing me onto my back! How can he move so fast?! This must be what he was breathing for so heavily, to get oxygen for this energy intensive fast jump. - I activate all I got to press back against him. The claws he wanted to ram into me, just under the top chest armor plate move away! My hydraulically supported strength slowly overpowers the lizard – ha, supersoldier, not good enough for our technology, aren ’ t - raahH! My arm!! He ripped off my gun-side arm! Take this, Demon! My armor electrifies, one of the last defense measures I got up my sleeves. The devil is arching and clenching under 50,000 volts - … he ’ s incapacitated, but his legs still wrap around me like a fist of god, and I am still pinched under his weight. … My vision is overlapped by a short warning symbol - the electric shock is draining the power dangerously low… I grab the creature's arm with my remaining arm, as the energy runs out, dragging him close, and ignore the pain in my missing arm. – He must be a scout like me; Neither him nor me, we don ’ t matter. I got my message to my lines already, he ’ d have to try and break from my iron grip to get back to his line and tell his observations. This ’ ll be my end, but in this sense I might stay victorious... As my huge hand digs into the flinching abomination ’ s flesh with hydraulic might, into this superhuman that is disgusting to my eyes, I drag his face closer and closer to mine. The power runs out… I flip open my visor to breath unfiltered, unassisted air. The lizard ’ s stench is an insult to my senses. “ Why?! ” I yell into his face. “ Why do you want to kill the humans? Why did you have to leave us with your mutations, you … beast?!! ” “ Tell me, … ” he aches back, recovering from the major electric shock but flinching under the hydraulic claw. “ … What is still human about you, **robot**? ” 
 
 With these words, he digs his claws underneath my top breast armor plate, cuts the electric connections, and shuts down my already dying reactorheart for good. 

