Another portal opened near the ruin’s of ancient London allowing the mechanical maiden into the realm of earth once more.  The machine looked this way and that, the glowing orbs that acted as her eyes scanned her surroundings.  Her mechanical hands flexed fists as she eyed the gate that was in front of her.   Without that wall, the hordes could easily flood the encampment and slaughter the humans at their leisure.  The mechanical maiden would make sure that, that would happen.  Perhaps the same action would take a few human’s out of the equation as well.<br/><br/>She ignored the sight of soldier’s suddenly moving closer to her, she was far enough away that they wouldn’t make it here in time.  She was still nothing more then a dot in their field of vision,  a dot of course that would tear down the walls of their castle even at this distance.<br/><br/>“Leaving idle mode unlocking power restraints to level three,   authorizing a temporary spike to level 2.”  The sound of a generator kicking in suddenly came to life, and the area around Elohim heated up significantly, and any sensors in the area would suddenly detect a tremendous spike in power centering around the golden haired female standing just outside the range of their sentry weaponry.  Upon her back vents burst fourth, the glow of white heat is apparent in the slats.<br/><br/>“Emet....”  She whispered the word, and it suddenly appeared in glowing golden letter’s on the brow of her sensor array.  Runes flared to life on the gynoid’s arms and legs, they give an almost wholesome glow, like the warm light of fire place.<br/><br/>“Command gate in Malakh...”  The air became fuzzy around the machine as she positioned her arms as if to catch something falling from the sky.   Then it appeared from a portal similar to the one her and Corrine just exited.  The thing was huge, almost eighteen feet in leangth from barrel to butt, with an organic flowing appearance, that lacked the hard edges of a traditional fire arm.  Somehow, the machine managed to steady it upon her shoulder, and place her hand on what could only be called the grip.  The endthat  pointed towards the encampment was wider then the other, and it possessed a rather large hole that looked like it lead directly to the abyss itself.  It was made entirely of sleek metal.  Down its barrel was the words ‘Gal-Gal’<br/><br/>Small tendrils burst fourth from the weapon, the mechanical appendages slithered around her form, caressing it in almost sensual ways, as their tips seek out their housing, when they found what they were looking for, they buried themselves in various ports within her body, and the darkness pointing towards the enemy began to glow with and intense light, as the vents in Corrine’s back began to release a small blaze of white heat.<br/><br/>Her body took up a relaxed pose, giving herself a bit of room to move as various joints locked into place, allowing only a minimal amount of movement to balance the recoil of the weapon, while two metal spikes slid down from housings in her lower legs to pierce to earth, keeping her in place.<br/><br/>Her range of motion was completely limited until the weapon had left her hands, which could be done with another simple gate jump.  “Corrine, shall I tear down their battlements?