Never once, in all the time that Sklog had been online, did he feel as scared as he did right now. Fear and anger were two emotions he was used to but his fear of this creature was greater than anything he had previously felt. It was a sick mixture of flesh and metal. Sklog wished that he and Prism would have just left when they had the chance earlier. None the less Sklog stood his ground, ready to go on the offensive if need be which at this point he guessed he would need to do.

Just as Sklog was about to attack he once again fell to the ground in a unconscious form and like before he quickly recovered and engaged his enemy. Once again with a mighty roar, Sklog got up from his slouched position and let loose a barrage of flames from his mouth in the direction of the abomination.