Hefting his sword again as the machine scrambles to recover, he glances to Isaac, facial expression still hidden beneath thick armor.
"Being the second-longest serving active general tends to do that. It helps to be fully incompatible with magic. Makes the strength all that more admirable."
Seems he's no stranger to tooting his own horn..
He lunges at the machine with a thrusting strike from his zweihander. (16)
(9) It's skewered, blade ripping a hole in its lower torso as it awkwardly drags itself off, stumbling a few steps further back. (16 ---- 107 - 16 = 91)
it almost seems.. afraid? It really isn't attacking anymore.
With it at range, another round of bolts and magic are loosed upon it. (17, 2, 14)
(6, 18, 12) The machine is pierced through the shoulder by a huge ballista bolt, staggering to the ground with a loud clang, bladed arm morphing back to a six fingered hand as it raises said hand defensively in front of its visor. The rain of arrows and flame magic pelt it, blowing three of the six fingers off, mangling the arm a lot, though the metal still seems pretty hardy. (17 + 14 = 31 ---- 91 - 31 = 60)
It remains on the ground... slowly reaching behind itself to sling off the cylinder placed upon it's back. it drags it off and slams it on the ground before it. It hastily presses a few small buttons on a little interface. Hunched defensively over the canister, it snaps open, a golden yellow light illuminating its dark metals from whatever is within.
With a shaking hand, it withdraws an odd, malformed, almost prismatic crystal, curled within severed, long, crooked fingers. It's down to two lights upon it's visor now, one of them flickering from time to time.