Frankie stood amidst the burning wreckage, a piece of shrapnel embedded in his larger eye.  That didn't particularly matter, of course, since the thing was mostly a decoration anyway.  The eye cast itself from side to side, waving the piece of shrapnel about like a beacon.  The rest of the shrapnel had bounced off of his skin, hardened by the ages.  He looked out at the orb of energy flying at him through the mist, and let out a massive surge of energy, pulling the orb off its course as dancing wreaths of electricity formed a shield before him.<br/><br/>Frankie turned on his heel to where the killing machine landed, his good eye suddenly glowing red as his body began to react to their closeness.  "You're well bred alright, but they must have cloned your core parts instead of making them from scratch.  The necessary formulas couldn't have possibly survived the storming of the Bastille."  Frankie casually took a couple of steps closer, his massive shoulders hunching forward as he prepared to enter close combat with the girl.  He would be scared if he could feel fear, he reflected, stopping just out of striking distance to the mechanical angel of death.<br/><br/>Runes still glowed near the surface of his body, giving off a soft heat as his red eye looked into the emotionless orbs of his progeny.  "Why did you summon the Dues Machina Emet?"  Frankie asked, lunging forward into close combat as he did, his hand lunging for her beclawed wrist to test the Gyroid's strength against his own.