Frankie slammed into the ground with a loud thud, spreading cracks across the floor of the cavern.  He scrambled to his feet, his metal claws digging further furrows in the dirt packed floor as he returned to his feet.  He was blind, and even if he wasn't the sword princess was currently faster than him.  His only real hope was to keep her talking and taunting him, keep her playing until he could execute some kind of plan.  He carefully considered the Hammer of Solomon, he might be able to wield it in a tunnel like this, but he'd almost certainly end up as a very durable plug in the base of the tunnel.<br/><br/>Frankie stood steadily at his feet, his claws opening up and divulging blue sparks of electricity as his muscles flexed further, the runes on his body glowing with his inner fire.  "You are confused."  He announced, turning around towards his high pitched giggles.  "I was not created to betray my masters.  I was created to betray my progenitors, to ensure that this planet would never be ruled or destroyed by a Magocracy.  For that purpose, I was given the gift of eternal life, and I have continued to fulfill that purpose because it gives me a sense of meaning."  Frankie threw himself forward, slamming at full strength into the opposite wall, shaking the tunnel to its foundations and causing a larger layer of dust to settle on the floor, filling the cracks Frankie had made being thrown to the ground.<br/><br/>Frankie turned around like a bull in a bullfight and assumed a defensive position, crouching down and putting up his claws to intercept her sword once he heard it coming.  "I have no fear of becoming a servant of oblivion, because it is my choice to do so.  I've stared eternity in the face more times than you can even imagine, and I have no desire to embrace it."  Frankie backed himself into the dent created by his impact with the wall, giving himself a bit of protection for his flanks.