Coralzane scoured the ruin, roughly gliding a mere three feet from the floor.  It felt worse now, the wound.  He felt no pain, yet he could feel his life force drifting away.  Slowly, the whirring of mechanical gears inside of him stopped, one by one.  Just when he felt he was about to collapse, he came up with an idea, crude as it was it would work.  With much regret, Coralzane wrenched a large metal chunk from the handle of his scythe.  It left the weapon lop-sided on it's end.  Coralzane made a mental note get it fixed next time he reached the forges.  Until then, he would have to make due with what he had.  With a deep breath, Coralzane plunged the scrap metal far into his wound.  At first, it seemed that it did more harm then good, causing several more gears to stop.  However, the flow of fuel began to stop, until the plug was able to hold it all back.<br/><br/>Coralzane breathed a sigh of relief, he would be able to go on without shutting down.  With renewed vigor, Coralzane staggered through the streets until he saw her.  Dashing the streets alone, the girl ran, the traitor was no where to be seen.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">No matter</span>, he thought,<span style="font-style: italic">He wasn't part of my mission anyway</span>.<br/><br/>"Hey, Feral, I'm here!  What?  Too scared?"  Coralzane shook with amusement, laughter quaking through his metal carapace.  Quickly, Coralzane flew as high as he could, flopping about until he was able to crash land on the road.  Slowly, he brought himself off the dusty street.  He had chosen this spot to land because, if he was correct, the Feral girl would have to cross this path to continue on it's way.  The street was an intersection, four paths all crossed there.  Just to make sure the Feral couldn't escape, Coralzane wheeled a hay cart in front of one of the paths, and two crates in front of the other.  As for the third path, well it had already been blocked by two abandoned Rehnos which sat peacefully in the dirt, blissfully unaware of the chaos around them.<br/><br/>Coralzane waited, scythe ready.  The Feral was going to die.  If he failed his mission, Coralzane would die by either the Feral's hand, or the mother's.  He had no room for failure now.  Just victory.<br/><br/>Just Victory.<br/><br/>((How should this battle play out?))