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	The force of the crash landing was powerful. It sent Cyrus tumbling head over heels across the grassy field. Houndoom flew father than he, yelping as it bounced along the ground. Once Cyrus finally came to a stop, he was face down in the dirt. He saw a tall metallic figure of a man once he pushed himself up enough to look. If he wasn’t in immediate pain, Cyrus might have made another comment about suits of armor. He looked down towards the ground as craning his neck left him sore. His eyes shifted to just behind him where he spotted his fiery beast regaining its composure, shaking off the dust and debris the now covered its coat.

	Cyrus staggered as he regained his footing. He stumbled forward, but was able to catch himself before he fell over once again. The initial pain subsided, leaving his muscles to only ache mildly enough for him to push through and ignore. He attempted to wipe off as much of the grass stains and dirt as he could in vain. After regaining his composure he saw that the others had started to engage the warrior. Driscoll held Bonesaw close, an energetic shield of sorts defending them. Shadow Moth dashed forward blade in hand, and Horus stood right by the crater’s edge, the patch of grass behind him clean of any airborne soil.

	Before Cyrus made a decision on how to proceed, Shadow Moth made quick work of the assailant. This seemed like good news, but then something felt odd. If the machine could survive that impact intact, how was it dismembered so easily? As if to answer the question, the machine started to regenerate much like a starmie who had lost a limb. In place of one, four now stood. Whatever technology this was concerning. If one machine could create an army this easily when under fire, they would be quickly overwhelmed.

	Cyrus’s eyes darted to one of the newly assembled machines. It had taken notice of him while the other seemed fixated on another. Cyrus didn’t have time to see who. The machine clone raised its hand and discharged a beam of blue energy. Cyrus braced, when suddenly a dome of green energy enveloped him. The beam landed true, but this force field was able to completely block the attack. Houndoom now stood in front of Cyrus, ready to charge, fangs bare. When the beam ended, so did the protective dome. The fire beast inhaled deeply, before craning its neck back delivering a loud eerily frightening howl.

	[color=#CC5500]“Houn-DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!”[/color]

	Cyrus looked ahead at the pair of robots that had just fired their energy beams at him. If cutting them was not going to work, perhaps he could incinerate them, much like taking a torch to the severed heads of a hydra. Cyrus looked to his companion, and then to the machines. Pointing forward Cyrus gave out a command, “Houndoom, flamethrower.”

	Houndoom ran forward, heat building as it did so. In just a few seconds, the black devil dog was in range. With another deep breath, it opened its mouth releasing a torrent of scorching hot fire towards the two machines. The grass below blackened as the immense heat washed over it. Fires sprouted along the edged of the fire stream. In mere moments, the metallic warriors were engulfed in fires capable of melting down iron.