Prism shook her head in denial of Sklog's request. [color=00aeef]"We can't. Not yet."[/color] She stated to him. She inspected the dead bot more, looking at the wounds it suffered and all of the strange dried stains on the body. There were more than just puncture wounds on the bot. Pieces were ripped open, ripped apart. 

[color=00aeef]"And Bite marks...?"[/color] Prism carefully looked closer. She knelt down beside the body, looking over it even closer and turning it around to see if the damage continued on the other side. The 'Con was eaten, as strange as it was, and its back was riddled with all sorts of marks from what she assumed to be stingers of a blaser of some sort. Given the size, shape, and how deep they went, Prism would only assume that the intent was not to kill, but to immobilize. 

Suddenly, Prism's head snapped in the direction of a clinking sound. She knew it wasn't Sklog or herself. It was off in the unseen distance. She stood up slowly, her eyes narrowing into the darkness. 
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"Who's there?"[/color]