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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