[Color=Red]"Come"[/color]

With such vindication and pride she spoke to him, as though she were his equal. A man can loose an arrow at a dragon and feel pride, but it takes an entire army to slay one. She could equip herself with weapons and armor all she wanted, she could build a barrier of impenetrable stone around herself for all he cared. Without his weapon he was a master warrior, but with his weapon he was more than just a warrior. Shin was the embodiment of war, a demon on the battlefield, and all who had faced him with his staff and lived still woke screaming in the night. Visions of his single eye behind that black shield on his face were burned into their retinas, and every time they closed their eyes they saw him still watching.

Corban would soon learn exactly why that was. 
 
With fury and fire behind his voice he screamed, saliva spraying against the inside of his mask. [color=Black][b]"Fine!"[/b][/color] Like a train and all its cars are filled with steel, Corban wouldn't even slow him down by standing in his way. 

He unleashed hell with a thrust of his left arm, the massive construct moved like giant that had woken from its slumber. It erupted from the ground, catapulting debris in every which direction. The sound it made as it destroyed the ground between them was akin to an earthquake, his arm whipped forth and back as the behemoth rose. It seemed almost to crawl towards her, every blade and spike adorning the top of his machination swung viciously. Like an entire Roman Legion, menacing its foes with their spears. 

Shin stood atop his monster with a small platform beneath him, the spears nearest to him writhed and stabbed upwards. The gap between them closed rapidly as his weapon lumbered towards her, it stabbed and extended its blades towards her in an eight pointed assault. Eight of the spears grew towards her, aimed at every extremity twice, save for her head. He didn't want to instantly kill her, he wanted her to suffer. He wanted to impale her, he wanted to rip her apart limb from limb.