After her body had vented the hellfire that burned within her, Elohim looked up at the prototype.  Those eight orbs within her face mask burning a bit brighter then they had before.  The mask was currently concealing a pain expression on the normally serene angelic face.  She wasn’t used to injury.  If she had a heart, it very well may have been pumping faster in this instant, but none had been built into the mechanical maiden, and her proverbial heart was safely stored within the abyss.<br/><br/>Elohim’s arm ached, but her ensorcel limbs wouldn’t be damaged so easily.  The fingers of the straining arm did spasm slightly, as the silver fluid rolled down the metal of her limb before dripping onto the layer of false flesh that covered her torso.  The mechanical muscles in the damage arm flexed, the large claws that had tipped the other hand leapt from her finger tips.<br/><br/>“I do not fear my destruction.”  She said “All weapons eventually stop functioning just as you will before the day is over.”  The mechanical woman’s leg shot upward, with surprising flexibility the heal of her boot would slam into the chin of the monster holding her, and in the same span of time, the spike that would stabilize her while firing Malakh, would spring forward and buried itself into her opponents flesh, before quickly withdrawing back into its housing.