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[b]Reaction:[/b]  Horus [@Dead Cruiser].
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As the full might of the Warmaster barreled into this Techadon, Horus could find himself surprised; while it was true their reaction speeds, as well as speed in general, were fairly poor, their strength held up in spades. The shoulder bash served to stagger the machine, where it would send most targets sprawled across the land. Still, it was all he would need as he brought the vicious, lightning-lapped Talon into the steel machination. 

However, things didn't go quite so smoothly. The Techadon had recouperated from the frontal charge enough to maneuver itself. Not much, but enough. A dense arm caught the brunt of the force, pushing the weapon off course just enough; inches away from what would be its head. Still, crackling with energy, it tore past the notable defenses of the drone, rending its arm and cleaving down the length of its chest, leaving a half-ruined mech lying in the grass. The fact that each time one of these so-called 'Techadons' had their core processing, their heads, threatened and reacted with the upmost of their strength, speed, and durability, would not be lost on a man like Horus. They were purposefully guarding it.

The small fragments of its arm that had been struck off and lie on the ground seemed unable to reform themselves, though the exact reason behind it was questionable at best. However, the lower and upper halves of what had, moments ago, been a whole Wardrone, began to form into seperate selves; two of these vile, ad nauseum repeating weapons-bots were now the adversaries of Horus...

When they reformed, they stood and stared for a moment, and the Favored Son would recognize that they seemed to be observing...And soon, they adapted. He witnessed as right in front of his eyes, the armor of these Techadons began to bulk out, becoming eerily familiar to his own, and with opposite arms raised, another recognizable sight began to take shape; nanomachines swarmed around an arm of each of these machines, forming a weapon not so dissimilar to the Talon of Horus itself. As their new tools began to fixate properly and crackle with power, the newly formed duo rushed toward the Wolf of Luna, each looking to flank into him and tear with their shocking adaptation of technology.