Elohim’s smoking weapon seemed to fade back into the void from which it came, the vents slid shut after venting the extreme heat from her body, as her functions returned to a more manageable level of power output..  She then sensed it, a presence moving closer to her...  Never before had she actually felt something quite like this, something out there was tugging at the occult rituals used in her development.<br/><br/>“He’s coming...”  She whispered, that cold voice actually possessed a hint of anticipation.  There could be only one explanation, and that was the prototype was on its way.  She would finally get to meet the relic, it was one of the few things the mechanical maiden had looked forward to since her activation.  She would finally get a chance to do battle with the one that came before her, the striking arm of the brigade.  Her mechanical body seemed to spasm, the red orbs of her sensor array flickered wildly.  She slowly brought herself to her full height her calm seemingly restored by the odd malfunction.<br/><br/>“The prototype approaches...  I’ve longed to do battle with it since I’ve become active.” Corrine’s eyes seemed to be far off, the machine wasn’t sure if she could even hear her.   Elohim flexed her right arm slightly and a large blade sprang from its housing in her forearm as it began to vibrate with a high-pitched whir.  When she flexed her left hand from the finger tips of each hand sprung rather wicked looking scything claws.<br/><br/>“He’s coming...”  She whispered, when she could see the giant striding towards them in the distance.  The battle that she had been waiting for was at hand, for a moment she heard Corrine speak, breaking her concentration.<br/><br/>“That is the automation that came before me...”  Was all she said until Frankie made his way to the crater.<br/><br/>“You are Benjamin Franklin’s Secret Weapon correct?”  She spoke, those eight glowing orbs never leaving Frankie.