Engines scream and metal folds into form — a car morphs into a machine built for war. Every merge changes how you fight, how you move, how you survive. The arena isn’t about luck; it’s about how well you can shape chaos into control.
You start small, combining parts that barely hold together. Then the upgrades come — faster drives, sharper claws, smarter bots. Soon your creations stop looking like toys and start feeling like beasts. Every round is a test of instinct and rhythm, the kind of fight that keeps your pulse in sync with the engine.