Character: Curly Butterfly

The Ironbelle stood its ground against the smaller creature’s weight, its fans held up like dual shields the beast’s maw bit on fine steel. 
Curly pushed the creature back, the sound of gears turning within the machine faintly biting against the icy winds.

Within the Ironbelle, Curly gritted his teeth, watching the creature work its way against his defences. Up close, it was even more ghastly; rotting skin and flesh, exposed bone and teeth, empty sockets where eyes should’ve been. And the smell, gods…
It looked like bad taxidermy, or a mad scientist’s attempt at reanimating lost life. Even the smallest wind felt like it could pull this beast apart at the seams.
Yet it attacked with a fierce ferocity, moving against the Ironbelle with great brunt.

While Curly had his sympathies for these beasts, he thought them beyond saving.
Knowing that his defences would eventually fail if he remained a sitting duck in the cold, Curly pushed forward to meet it, ice parting easily beneath the bell of his mecha. It moved with a smooth grace utterly foreign to its bulky design.
He noticed an arrow lodged into the dry, withered skin of the creature, belonging to Bromann. Wary of another attack, Curly raised his shields once more, having faith they’ll hold out until he could retaliate.

Actions:
1. Moves closer to the smaller creature
2. Ability: Ironclad (defensive)(Hardening F - Fighting Style [Tessenjutsu] [Fans] F)
3. Prepare for another incoming attack