The mechanical maiden struggled against the lock, the two of them seemed to be equals physically but his size did give him an advantage over her more willowy form, his body seemed better suited for grappling then hers.  Her metallic hair brushed against her ‘father’s’ chest as she writhed in his grasp, her breasts bounce ever so slightly as she tried to exert her strength over him.  She could feel his hands snaking downward, he would have her if things continued this way...  But fortunately for Elohim, her body was heating up thanks to her struggles and exertion.<br/><br/>“Would they have cared if they destroyed me?  No, I cannot imagine that they would, would they?  So why should their deaths mean anything to me?”  The machine felt her arm beginning to spasm, the heavy vibrations of the weapon were burning through her body, the entire arm was trembling, and she could feel the arm weakening from the strain,, it this continued its would no longer be functioning at peak, the weapon had to be sacraficed she slowly managed to twist her arm, the powerful muscles remained clenched tightly around her blade, and with the sound of twisting metal, the blade broke off inside Frankie’s arm.<br/><br/>Elohim let out a hint of a pained shriek, as quick silver ran along the arm which had been slightly damaged as she tore the weapon away.  Some of the inner workings of the mechanical limb lay exposed as the cool metallic blood flowed from the self inflicted wound.  “You’ve just expressed rage...  Tell me...  Why were you given emotions while I was left bereft?  Why was I made less in the image of man, and more in the image of a mere death machine...  Was it to better control me?”  She spoke the words as cold as ever, as suddenly the vents in her back opened up, frankie would have an instant to feel them slide open, before his bodies was consumed in a discharge of superheated energy.