[center][color=bc8dbf][h1]Ramattra[/h1][/color]
Level 7 - EXP 5/70
Words: 755 // +2 EXP
Beneviento Manor - The Frozen Highlands
Mentions: Blazermate [@Archmage MC][/center]
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It seemed that this blue medical droid had been looking for something herself, perhaps something in that large manor Ramattra had passed by earlier?... Without much explanation and, well, a lack of anything better to do at the current moment, Ramattra decided to join the unnamed robot on her quest to examine the manor. Maybe there was someone there who could help guide the Omnic towards the Monastery? He looked up toward the Beneviento Manor in the distance, almost admiring the shoddy state it found itself in. If Ramattra could make facial expressions, it would wince in hesitation at the consideration that anything, let alone anyONE, useful to his quest. Well, at the very least, the droid next to him seemed interested in it…

On the hike there, the two of them engaged in… amusing discussion. At the very least, Ramattra found Blazermate’s comments about “medabots”, a term which meant nothing to the larger robot. He assumed it was some primitive robot from wherever the small robot hailed from.[color=bc8dbf] “You confuse me with someone else.”[/color] His tone was frigid and coarse, the displeasure seeping from the corners of his hypothetical mouth. How ironic they both seemed disconnected from their original worlds. [color=bc8dbf]“But your enthusiasm is appreciated. We will make the most of it.”[/color] 

On their trawl there, Ramattra would half-hazardly guide Blazermate up the snowy hill, recalling the direction he had approached from and remembering the path he had taken, wading through thickets of dying trees. Deep footprints echo the pathway he had taken, drawing them behind the hill as the pair trekked the mounds of frost, leading them to the cobbled pathway that would take them the rest of the way up toward the building.

As they entered the building, the entryway was… somehow the exact way Ramattra envisioned it. He was relieved, however, to discover that there HAD been somebody living here, which meant this endeavor would be worth something. Ramattra was even able to uncover some coins that surely would be valuable elsewhere. Yet it still felt so abandoned… dusty… and something else felt off; the sheer presence of them in this building seemed to have awoken something deep in the bowels of the manor. At first, Ramattra mistook the rumbling in the floor as a faulty foundation, given the poor conditions of the residence, but was soon surprised to find himself and his new acquaintance ambushed by undead machines.

At the first sign of danger, Ramattra would clap his hands together, a loud chime ringing as the nanites he harnessed from his chest began to reshape his body into a hulking form, a larger pair of arms sidelining his smaller pair. Quickly, while his activation of Nemesis Form was still fresh, he grabbed one of the machines from the ground, his massive hand essentially throwing the robot away from the two for clearer space. [color=bc8dbf]“A sneak attack? Coward’s play.”[/color] Ramattra seemed tickled by the unusual event. It had been a few weeks since he had seen action, after all, monks are meant to be peaceful, though these primitive robots seemed beyond reason. They clawed and clawed, even leaving a small slit in the metal of Ramattra’s foot. [color=bc8dbf]“You’ve dealt with undead machines before? Then this should make for an easy fight. Time to prove your worth.”[/color]

With a barrage of barreling punches, Ramattra held off whatever threats he could while Blazermate assisted him, quickly mending the surface wounds on the Omnic’s metal. [color=bc8dbf]“A healer! How resourceful.”[/color] Ramattra praised the medibot as she performed her support duty. Strangely enough, the healing robot reminded him of another he knew… It seemed that severing had no significant impact on the enemies they were facing, which led Ramattra to believe that weakening or forms of immediate destruction were their best bet… It seemed Blazermate had more tools than he did, and he could only upkeep Nemesis Form for so long. 

[color=bc8dbf]“We have to deal with these savages quickly!”[/color] He announced with a dire tone. Ramattra could feel himself reaching his limit as his Nanites grew weaker and weaker. His fists would continue to thrash and slam any zombies foolish enough to approach him. The monk desperately hoped the situation would die down, as he clung to the last few moments of his Nemesis Form. This battle would not be won from a distance, and Ramattra was in no position to be away from his heightened defensive mode. Thanks to Blazermate, he was able to continue the fight without keeling over, but he feared the worst.