Frankie for a moment felt an emotion called terror when the Gynoid's vents opened up.  He released his grip on the monster's good arm and lifted up her damaged arm, spinning her around to face him like a tango dancer as the vent pushed her forward into his chest.  He took her other hand and resumed their dance, yet his advantage had been lost.<br/><br/>He again pressed into her, gripping her damaged arm to see if the mechanical flesh would give more.  "You've been lied to."  He announced coolly, gritting his teeth as he pushed with renewed force.  "It's so obvious, you're filled with rage for things you think they've done to you.  Tell me, are you afraid to die?"<br/><br/>The leather and metal straps and rivets holding Frankie's form together were beginning to crack and buckle, yet the moment the stress on them eased the slightest bit, they resumed their former shape.  The cracks of electricity emerging from the golem's body were becoming rarer and rarer, yet he seemed to be just as strong.