She flinched, fully expecting to take the spear through the skull.  She had made no move to jump out of the way, she would have sacrifice herself for the psychic vampire, luckily though an oddly placed portal appeared taking the weapon into some other dimension.  There was a hint of a smile beneath the mask, even though her mouth was currently dripping with the silver flow of her own artificial life.<br/><br/>“Corrine...” The machine said turning to face the woman as she worked her magic.  The silver dripping from her many wounds was currently gleaming in the explosive light over her own corona of light.  The lovely woman had intervened for right in the nick of time, she was beginning to doubt that she had any chance of defeating the massive abomination on her own.<br/><br/>“Thank you Corrine...”  Those red orbs erupted in Crimson light, but the mask slowly slide away upward revealing the angelic looking face, a quick silver was dripping from her lips, brought on by an internal wound.  Occasionally the flow would become thicker.<br/><br/>“Thy Kingdom come thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven...”   That serene face gazed upon the aged relic of a machine, it was powerful, but, perhaps, she could weaken it if destruction wasn’t possible.  She held out her undamaged arm, her name circles the machines arm, the limb transforms into the barrel of a firearm pointed directly at Frankie’s skull.  Energy was being quickly pulled up from her core, as she released a blast of her weapon...  An arc of white light charged forward, her aim true.<br/>