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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