The machine’s mind was focussed entirely on this moment, this would be no simple fight, she machine was a relic made seemingly from dead flesh.  He was her prototype, but, this ancient weapon was the striking arm of the Hellfire Brigade.  He was dangerous, that much she knew, unfortunately the data provided about him didn’t list any particular abilities that he had, she would be entering this battle blind, the only thing she had to go on was the electric pulse, and the generator that was strapped to her opponent’s back.<br/><br/>Elohim felt a hand move to brush her flesh, she wished she could offer Corrine such a gesture right now, but that mechanical brain of her’s wouldn’t allow itself to wander, no, any amount of laxness might result in temporary damage and a general decrease in her over all performance.  Those glowing red orbs never once moved, except to follow Frankie across the crater.  She took a step forward as her ancestor spoke.  Right from his mouth!  It was him, the relic...  The machine man of bygone days!   She lifted her right, arm to forearm blade glittering in the light show generated by the Tesla coil.<br/><br/>She felt electricity gathering, about ready to disperse...  She had one moment to react, her hand that wasn’t currently tipped with wicked claws wrapped tightly around Corrine’s jacket, tossing her as gently as she could outside the blast radius.  She hoped in the back of her mind that the beautiful female would either land on something soft, or find a way to land on her feet.  It was then it struck her, the jolt of electricity scorched her false skin, her body twitched ever so slightly as she dropped to one knee, smoke rising from the seam of her mask.  A quick diagnostic showed her priority systems had been left unharmed, she did have protection against the wicked weapon.<br/><br/>“Ancient relic...”  She said, as she raised herself up to her full height.  Her body once more was completely under her control.  “Your weapon is quite impressive...”  The mechanical maiden’s body then surged forward moving with speed that would have confounded the human eye, the sound of her approach though was punctuated by the sound of her metal feet slamming down hard against the surface of the earth, leaving wicked cracks in the dead and blasted ground.  The wicked vibro-blade left a quick gash against the ground, as it was dragged across it.  Elohim’s blurr of a body moved past Frankie at his left side, kicking up dust in her wake, the machine would feel the strands of her hair brush past his skin, and feel the heat of her active generator licking at his flesh<br/><br/>Her clawed hand slid outward as she passed, her wicked gleaming claws aimed directly at the dead flesh of the machine’s neck, the blades wouldn’t be enough to kill him, merely to mark him and give him a bit of a taste of the agony that he wrought upon her..