The machine heard the human’s death rattle, and released her grip on the woman’s shoulder as her body went slack allowing her to crumple into a pile at her feet. The high frequency whirr ended abruptly and she dropped to one knee as she wiped the weapon  off on the grass,  before the weapon slid back into its housing with a metallic click..  She despised killing humans,  it made her feel,  well monstrous just like the beasts she was designed to hunt.<br/><br/>“I am sorry,  you gave me no choice.”  Came the cold voice, once more veiled as completely human.    One of those leather encased hands moved outward,  her hand shaking slightly as she ran it across the living beings arm.  Such softness,  she felt a slight pang of emotion…  jealousy tinged with regret.   “I hope you find the Lord’s embrace….”  The golden haired female rose slowly to her feet,  looking downward at the body before she turned on her heels and went back the way she came.<br/><br/>“Perhaps the beast can live one more night….”<br/><br/>Roll Result: Seraph rolled: 2d10<br/>First Target Number: 8<br/>Comment: Wits Empathy<br/>Result: 2, 4,<br/>For: 0, 0,<br/>Total: 0