[hr][center][h2][color=ed1c24]Viranti[/color][/h2][/center]
As fierce as Viranti sounded, he didn't have any experience fighting mechanical beings like Sert before, so when the machine threw a punch in his direction, there was no draw, no glint of intention in the eyes (nor eyes of any discernible kind for that matter), just force as its fist swiftly slammed into the young dragon's barely risen, crossed forearms. Viranti was thrust back into the wall in recoil, Sert immediately pinning him with a bulky forearm against his chest, and its other appendage clenching one of his arms. The red dragon's free hand gripped the robot's forearm in vain as he struggled to free himself. After a second and nothing to show for it, Viranti knew he couldn't keep this up and had to make the next few moments count. "Okay, [i]scrap pile[/i]... You want to play?..." he derided in a more guttural voice through a cocky smile, a bright orange glow emanating from his throat as he took a deep breathe. The second after, flames erupted from his mouth, flowing over the robot's front body plate and dramatically heating the metal thereof. "[b]Let's play for real![/b]" Sert flinched backward and loosened his grip, allowing Viranti to free himself and twist the machine's primary offending limb behind its back. Now at the advantage, the former hunter wasted no time in vigorously kicking the automaton in the back and against the same wall, the blunt and savage percussion reverberating throughout the building. Sert turned immediately, his arm quickly arcing sideways to meet his attacker, but finding no purchase as the dragon had jumped back and then surged forward with all his strength, his fist driving into Sert's front plating weakened minutely by the fire breathe, leaving a fair dent in its hull. The force of the hit, blew out nearby candles and from the sound, you'd thing Sert was hit with a war hammer. To the dragon's exhausted alarm the robot rose, but then appeared to "deactivate", dropping with a loud thud to its knees and remaining completely motionless afterwards. Viranti looked at his opponent, then across the church with a sense if ecstatic triumph. But at seeing only the shocked and dismayed faces of church members and maybe even a few of the would be heroes, his jubilant expression gradually fell until he just felt out of place, seeing nothing left to do but carry the exceedingly heavy automatic instigator on his back and out of the building, where the town guards waited to take it away for the time being. After his business was done, Viranti quietly resumed waiting as per usual against a section of wall near where the altercation had taken place.[hr]