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[b]Reaction:[/b]  Shadow Moth [@TruthHurts22], Poison Ivy [@Crimson Flame]
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The Techadon's full-force strike was avoided by mere seconds, its fist crunching into the solid earth as it made a fist-sized hole into the ground. This didn't come without a cost, as Shadow Moth had to abandon his blade, still wedged thoroughly in the forearm of the Wardrone. As Gabriel spoke to the machine, it, of course, did not respond; though its gaze focused on the strange new weapon he revealed, plucking a shimmering feather as he pressed it to what remained of the cane. Its attention now shot over to the peculiar entity that was conjured. Just as it prepared an assault on the unexpected interference, its focus was stolen once more by the masked Miraculous user as they began a full-frontal assault. 

Of course, the blows didn't manage much. For every dent of the cane, and cut of the fan, repairs were made practically moments after the damage was caused, each strike too minor to last even a second. But it kept him off-balance, and as far as its own retaliation attempts were going, they were going miserably. This man had a flow about him in combat that a simple machine like a Techadon could not keep up with; not with its lumbering, uninspired movements. Still, this exchange of blows did not go entirely in Shadow Moth's favor; near the end, as the construct finally neared 'Static Cling', it managed a glancing blow, a harsh smack of its hand that would likely send the man careening off, though no doubt with his footwork he could catch himself before the hard fall...Though he would certainly be feeling the strike. 

Still, the plan was successful. The unwitting Wardrone couldn't turn around in time, as adhesive, stretchy tendrils latched onto its legs and arms, and the bizarre jellyfish-esque monster strapped itself to the back of the machine. At first, there was a tense moment of resistance, as the Techadon thrashed out with its full might against the Sentimonster. However, slowly, the fight began to leave its limbs, and although its head turned towards the throttled Shadow Moth accusingly, 'Static Cling' forced it to stride towards the master, and painstakingly made it bow with the violent creak of resisting metal.  The Amok had been successful...For now. 

Meanwhile, another Techadon looked towards the burnt remain of a sleek, vine-covered throne where its laser put a clean hole through it, and the rest was steadily withering away from the damage. It caught sight of Ivy as she began shouting towards it, but as it rose its hand once more for a repeat performance, it found the appendage...Quite unresponsive.

Turning its head, the Wardrone watched as a surge of vines and roots began to overtake it, starting with the arm, bound tightly and pulled near-taut to the side, barely able to flex a finger, as more of the verdant onslaught grew forth. By the time it was over, the machine was held aloft, entrapped nearly head-to-toe in plant life. As these tendrils began to put the squeeze on this tin soldier however, they found much resistance; between the raw strength of the Techadon and the durability of its armor, it withstood the crushing force being placed upon it...And then, it took action. 

It was barely noticeable until it was almost too late, but a reddish glow could be seen emanating from under the tangle of vines, and without warning, the Techadon had sawed itself in half, effectively freeing itself at the cost of its lower body....If it were anything other than a Techadon, that is. The upper half had already reformed proper legs, and to Ivy's horror, its arms formed something [i]very[/i] recognizable; flamethrowers, or at least something close to it. Without warning, it began its scorched earth policy as it approached Pamela, burning past the once-luscious grass plains to bring its wrath upon the environmental villainess. 

For its part, the other end of that Techadon was all but complete once more, and with its arms free, had no problem forcing its way out of the earthly grasp, landing solidly on ground once more. This one, however, took note of all the ongoing scenarios, and saw two combatants who were biding their time; Driscoll and Bonesaw. Beginning a charge, this metal hulk thudded past the ongoing conflicts, towards the Forever King and his seemingly defenseless companion.