[ The hound spasms and its mechanical limbs flail jerkily for a second more, before those red eye lights slowly fade out as it goes still. A long time coming, judging from all the dents and scrapes and its rusting body, not a moment too soon.
Arcade drops the bar in his hand, breathing hard as he takes a step back from the downed machine. ]
We should get away from it. It could self-destruct.
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Arcade drops the bar in his hand, breathing hard as he takes a step back from the downed machine. ]
We should get away from it. It could self-destruct.