Metal hitting metal as the huge construct fell to the cars below it, it's head crushed into a tiny round metallic ball. A dust cloud passed over Corpse while he stood on the hood of a beaten up pickup truck, the hood dented where he was standing. His hood falling down around his neck from the wind made by the beast falling.<br/><br/>Looking around at the gathering crowed all eying him with  mix of fear and wonder in their eyes. There were some children being held close by their parents, some of them looking awestruck while others were fearful and some even had a distasteful look on their face. Pulling back up his hood and hugging it tightly to his shaggy hair. Out of the corner of his eye Corpse saw something that made him sigh, another robot head raising from behind a building. “Damn it” he muttered.<br/><br/>Looking down at his hand and raising it up to look at it. 'stop shaking' he thought looking at his hand, 'you're fine, you're alive' gripping his wrist and letting out a long breath. That whole fight had been luck, he had been three seconds from dying and he knew that all to well, if that thing had of moved half an inch back, or moved forwards to crush him rather than stand right there... the thought was making his whole body shake.<br/><br/>Jumping down from the car and running towards the spot his sword fell he found it under the bumper of a broken down  mini van, the wheels had been torn apart and the whole body of it crushed under the foot or hand on the metal man. Gripping the handle of his katana and muttering something along the lines of “I hope the same plan works twice.” Ducking down an ally way and through a street finding the air getting colder and colder as he moved towards the robot. Feeling a chill run up his spine by seeing a man no one else could sitting on the rubble of a broken down jeep. The man waved and tipped his hat, he wore a very stereotypical farmers outfit right down to the blue denim overalls and the straw hat. Never a good sign when his father showed up. “Watch out ahead there” the man spoke and leaned back in his make shift seat as Corpse passed the long since passed old man.<br/><br/>Seeing what he did made Corpse stop in his path, the Robot was already felled and this time by large spikes. Where they metal? No they were clear, glass? Couldn't be, they had to be ice or some other sort of metal. Standing on top of the hulking metal mass was a girl, pale as ice skin, pale hair, blue eyes. Average height maybe a little on the small side. Smallish bust. He took down mental notes in his head of all her features before walking up, joining the few people who were now gathering before the snow woman.<br/><br/>Stepping up a foot or maybe a little more away from the metal construct and looking up at her. “You killed one of these too?” he asked trying to make it sound like he was on her side “My name is Jerald” he lifted both his hands up to show he meant no harm, he'd met a few others with powers since the event that ruined his life, he knew how paranoid some of them could be, the tall black man was trying his best to show he meant no harm, pulling down his hood and looking eye to eye with the snow maiden. “What's yours? Maybe we can work together to figure out why there are robots running out the city?”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>