Leske sighed. Heavily. "Man I hate that guy already." He commented to nobody in particular. Mostly Cale, since no one else seemed to really interact with Sark. Leske couldn't help but think how his old master would deal with someone like that? ...Magnus would probably get irritated and detonate an entire city block to kill Sark. In many ways Leske was glad that his old mentor wasn't around anymore.<br/><br/>"Okay well since that's done I guess-"<br/><br/>His words were cut off as the ground nearby detonated, one of Ephantus's atacks having missed its target.<br/><br/>"...ah"<br/><br/>Ephantus was experiencing a strange assortment of feedback loops from his processes. Every time he shot at his used-to-be allies he felt...better. Blowing up this group of half-wit heroes was turning out to be really cathartic. The fact that an artificial intelligence NEEDS catharsis should say a lot.<br/><br/>"Crosswind, stop playing around and destroy them." He rumbled.<br/><br/>And then Ephantus' armor absorbed the impact from about forty different rockets. He shifted his focus to Leske, who was now aiming yet another veritable wall of ordinance at the giant machine.<br/><br/>"At this point, I'm not even sure what's going on anymore." Leske said, shrugging. "But Blwoing you away seems to be a good idea soooo~"<br/><br/>He fired again, and Ephantus returned fire, blasting the rockets in midair and bathing the area in explosive light.