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Screaming Metal
©2017, Made in DNA
The slam and crunch of alien-woven metal echoed in the thick, morning fog that hung over the valley as the two goliaths collided.
Squawks of digital rage shredded innumerable open commfreqs, bearing witness to the eons of ferocity between two sentient machines.
Eager to disable and destroy, licks and flashes of weaponsfire lashed out – perforating armor, damaging systems, seeking critical points.
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Mini-missiles punched and rocked, unleashing varied lethalities, from the explosive to swarms of nanobugs intent on feasting.
A burster charge crackled through the fog, dispersing it, giving Forjoen a clear view of its wounded foe.
Two more at close range cracked Il'on's drive system, sending a plume of acrid smoke billowing upward.
"471.927 years, Il'on."
Forjoen's towering 10-meter, insectoid frame hunched with ominous purpose over its Metal foe.
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Forjoen scanned to ensure it had Il'on truly at its mercy before stopping at the precise section it knew Il'on's braincore was housed.
A weak buzz issued from one of the numerous open maws that pockmarked Forjoen's upper torso.
The sound steadily grew to a shriek whereupon a thin green line spit forth, penetrating deeply into Il'on's frame.
The fallen Metal shuddered and squawk-screamed in a fit of fear-rage as pieces of its body were shorn off and systems obliterated.
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Elongated and grossly organic, it contrasted Il'on's own boxy, functional frame, lending it both menace and repellence.
Hovering at a slight distance, Forjoen circled Il'on, systematically destroying the warmachine's massive omnidirectional sphere-wheels.
The attacks pierced and stung the already-limping Il'on, further immobilizing with each shot, until finally the Metal was unable to move.
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