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Seshat dodged to the side, wings shoving her out of the way of the cleaver. She saw movement from the automaton, and that was enough to convince her to twist gracefully and land on her back, wings propelling her along the ground in one smooth motion as the drone’s laser beam burned a hole in the ground where she had been a fraction of a second ago. Seshat could tell that the butcher was downed, but she knew from experience he was almost certainly not out. A massive revolver appeared in the warrior’s hand and she fired, shattering one drone in a single deafening shot. She clamped it to her thigh and leapt, feet and fingers digging into the wall of the chamber. This creature of steel could block her attacks, but she would wear it down. 

Seshat summoned her M249, gritting her teeth as she held down the trigger. She did not yell, but the weapon did so for her, an overture of gunfire provided percussion by the sound of dozens of spent casings falling to the floor. A hail of bullets centered on the remaining drone and its master all at once.