Ennea snuck forward out of the tree line, making her presence obvious.  She was a short, heavily armored machine, eyes glowing softly blue through the glass of her mask in the darkness of the young night.  The little golem held its gun at her hip, not quite aiming the weapon at Elohim as she stood about 35 yards away.  Ennea stood at attention, watching whatever strange power the monster had taken flow through and out of her.  Ennea carefully caught her breath, staring towards the being she was to take down.<br/><br/>She was beautiful, in a way.  Ennea could appreciate that.  But her master had told her to bring it to her.  Were circumstances different, Ennea would have loved to simply hide in a bush and watch the lovely creature, see if she left any scrap of herself the girl could collect and cherish forever.  Instead, Ennea raised her gun, and began to take aim.  She swore privately to herself that she would kiss this lovely creature, even if only on the autopsy table.<br/><br/>With another flick of Ennea's finger, a line of light jumped from her pistol, and landed on Elohim's breast, leaving a tiny red dot.  Quickly, the dot jumped to her neck, perched like a predator ready to sting as Ennea clutched her gun in both hands, holding the dot steady, her finger perched on the trigger.