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[right][b][color=3365b1]Location:[/color][/b] Unknown Open Field  [/right]
[right][b][color=3365b1]Interaction:[/color][/b] [@Mintz], [@Dead Cruiser], [@Crimson Flame], [@TruthHurts22]  [/right]
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	Cyrus spent several seconds gasping for air as pain radiated from his back. Despite how quickly it had spawned, the oak tree held firm and unmoving as though it were always rooted alone in the vast empty field. Cyrus stood up, grasping the trunk of the tree to keep himself steady until the soreness subsided. When his vision returned into focus, he saw that Houndoom had once again come to his aid. A green dome had been taking a beating as large energetic projectiles rained from above. With each hit, the fire beast visibly struggled to keep its protect up.  It had plant matter and soil covering its coat, having no time to clean itself between impact and artillery. The dry heat emanating off it dried the soil and foliage tarnishing the once black sheen of its coat into a sickly gray-green color.

	With his companion by his side, and he himself standing, Cyrus looked onward to their newest foe. A machine much like the earlier assailants, but this one towered over even them. Those allies whose armor had given them reach found themselves dwarfed by the imposing automaton. Unfortunately for the machine, it found it could not hold its shadow over the bunch for long. Shortly after Cyrus had seen it stand, it fell as strange acid devoured down its legs climbing up the torso. With a rumble, the ground beneath he and his fiery canine shook as dust billowed from the collapsed mech. If it was anything like the others, it would not stay down for long. He needed to act quickly before it had a chance to regenerate and duplicate.

	With the robot’s collapse, Houndoom let go of the protect. It staggered obviously exhausted from how long it had to maintain the protect. Despite how tired it looked, Houndoom remained vigilant. After recovering from its limp, it shook some of the debris off its coat, keeping eyes on the fallen hunk of metal. Its mouth was pulled back as it growled. 

	[color=007236]“You, the one with the Hellhound. I assume you want to burn this machine? Fine. But don’t burn my babies!"[/color] a feminine voice spoke coldly. Cyrus looked up towards the top of the oak tree. Despite the barrage of energy, the tree remained mostly intact. The most damage Cyrus could see was several splintered branches and fallen leaves. The woman who had conjured it sat comfortably upon her leafy thrown, undeterred by the energetic rainfall that took place just moments ago. He couldn’t quite see what she was doing now, but it was most likely related to the plants.

	Cyrus did not know what the red headed woman meant by ‘babies’, nor did he care to. Not dwelling on it any longer, Cyrus looked down to his fiery hound growling as it waited for its next command. Regardless of the woman’s permission, he had planned on having his companion continue to burn down these mechanized warriors. Blue embers flurried around the edges of the canine’s mouth with each exhalation. Its eyes still glowed. If not for the control over its own flames, Houndoom would have set fire the surroundings once again.

	“Houndoom, I want you to incinerate its head. Let that be the end of it. Flamethrower.”

	Houndoom leapt forward into a full sprint. The lose bits of soil flew from its hind legs as it jump over or around the smaller craters created by the energy artillery. It approached the side of the downed machine writhing along the ground. Houndoom pushed hard off the ground in order to get atop of what remained of its torso. In order to change directions quickly and avoid moment from carrying the beast too far one side, it landed and jumped off the back of Horus, who was hacking away at the waist working to halt the regeneration of any new legs. Houndoom ran up the torso and slid to a stop along the back of the machine, glaring down at its head. Houndoom took a deep breath, the back of the throat glowing white before releasing another torrent of white fire downwards. At least that part of the head was covered in fire. Heat radiated away from the beast focusing as much fire towards the machine head as possible.

	Cyrus stood straight despite the wounds he sustained. He held his arms behind his back, he legs spaced apart slightly. He looked forwards towards his pokemon and the fires it was releasing. If the previous techadons had anything of note, is that the armor around machine’s interior was heat resistant. The head may have further protections. If the fire was not enough to incinerate the head completely, maybe it would be weakened enough to give another the chance to fully dispatch it. The flames would die down soon. That moment would be best when the metal was hottest and softest.