War of the Races(IC)

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Tenax snapped his jaws impatiently when the princeling insulted him. "Take care with your words, princeling. I see logic just as you do. We simply took logic from different points. Take care not to be mired in a single culture, for it could be bad for your health." He turned and walked out of the alleyway, satisfied that Ysir wouldn't dare harm the robot. He knew that neither the Alliance nor the Pact would bother him since his race was neutral. He also knew that anyone who stood against him from their regulars would be rent to pieces if not commanded by a Brother or Sister.

The Sobekian made a point of not letting 347 out of his sight, opting to act as a sort of guard. He knew that Ysir, due to royal bindings, would be loathe to go against his word, but his bodyguards were still wildcards. He trusted none of them, especially the orc that immediately tried to destroy the robot.
 
Ysir's terms were run through a cost-benefit ratio equation. Seeing that it would gain more than it would lose, 347 agreed to come along.

"Affirmative. This unit will accompany you to your destination in exchange for the examination of the head of Unit 345."

As soon as the vines were loose enough to move around (which was quite soon considering 347's lack of muscle fatigue and any muscles to begin with) the unit assumed a non-defensive stance. His predisposition software also swapped out to "friendly". The unit put its rag back on in order to hide its features. Some robots had been designed to feel like humans with mesh faces that looked lifelike, convincing voices, and human-like motions. Some of these could even emulate the act of eating by storing food in a compartment that would later be disposed of. The IMCU's were not one of those. They didn't even have a face and there was a set of optical sensors instead of eyes.

Fortunately, "friendly" mode predisposed 347 to accept other individuals as non-hostile and attempt to improve relations with humans by letting sentient curiosity flow. Unfortunately, "friendly" mode was the least tested of all of the IMCU's systems. Being the least important thing in a combat drone, but still being necessary for a sentient being; social interaction was something Sternford Corp. paid less attention to than all the weapons, defenses, and utility software they instead chose to focus on. With nuclear war putting Sternford Corp's development of this last system to a stop, the IMCU's social relation building was flawed. To say the least.

After putting its rag back on, 347 approached one of the guards who had been jabbing at it with a spear up until recently. His red [HOSTILE] tag had changed to a green [FRIENDLY] tag.

"Hello. I am IMCU Number 347. It is a pleasure to meet you. What is your designation?"

The guard was taken aback and responded by stepping away from the unit. Getting no response, 347 approached the other guard.

"Hello. I am IMCU Number 347. It is a pleasure to meet you. What is your designation?"

347 received a similar response as the last time. Seeing everyone was leaving, the unit followed Ysir and Tenax, still chanting at any who were within earshot.

"Hello. I am IMCU Number 347. It is a pleasure to meet you. What is your designation?"
"Hello. I am IMCU Number 347. It is a pleasure to meet you. What is your designation?"
"Hello. I am IMCU Number 347. It is a pleasure to meet you. What is your designation?"

Most people just kept running. A few glanced at it before continuing to run. Eventually, 347 caught up with the orc, the gator creature, the prince, and the pale woman. There was a new face in the group. A normal looking human, relatively speaking. The unit stood before everyone and simply repeated.

"Hello. I am IMCU Number 347. It is a pleasure to meet you. What is your designation?"
 
"347, do you know what has happened this past many years?" Ysir asked. He had dealt with robots like this before and hopefully his years would help him get 347 to be less... awkward around people. His guards were quite literally shaking in their boots not only from the robot, but also the fireballs that came down. Those unlucky enough to be near when it impacted were caught aflame. Those with magical powers might have been able to cast a ward preventing them from burning to a crisp.

Ezio ran as if a lion was chasing him. He did attempt to stay in pace with everyone else, but considering there were balls of fire raining down the mage didn't care if the job was lost. He didn't feel like being crushed by a giant ball.

"So, how's the day everyone?" Ezio grinned at the group.

In the distance, a horde of silver lit the dark horizon. The ground shook as their armored boots stomped the ground and their weapons at the ready. They marched in sync with one another making their way towards the city. Rocks hurled through the air behind them before meeting the wall and causing the interlocking stone to weaken under the pressure. Eventually, one wall crumbled down to the ground.

Thankfully the group was far enough away from the army whose intent was to pass through the gaping hole and into the city.
 
The machine stopped and took the time to respond to Ysir's question. It hadn't considered that many years had passed since it had been separated from its kind. It had spent most of those in hibernation, so it hadn't taken in any external stimuli.

"This unit is unaware of the events concerning the recent years."

The unit paused in its speech as its processors had trouble coming up with the number of years it had been in hibernation so that it could tell Ysir how long 347 had been buried.

"This unit was in hibernation for-" 347 made a sort of garbled clicking sound, the audio marker for corrupted data, "years and awakened 26 days ago."

The two armies were coming closer to the city. Some of them had come close enough for 347's long range detection to pick them up. The AI's tactical decision software did its job and came up with 114 possible plans for dealing with the two armies. 347 mentioned the one with the highest chance of success.

"This unit is detecting multiple individuals engaging in hostile activities. Advise leaving the area for safety."
 
"What do you think we're doing Metally? Setting up a stand to sell cookies?" Ezio growled. He climbed onboard of the cart and held out his hand. In an instant small orbs of light began floating around them."We can move a lot faster now, but this is draining me so we move now!"

Ysir nodded his head and jumped on his horse,"347, the world has changed and man has fallen. Most of the old world is gone with relics such as yourself scattered. However, I agree with Ezio, we move now!"

With that, the carvan began to take off. As they did, fierce howls echoed in the distance. A small horde of black dogs with orange heads swarmed the field between the fleeing people and the army. Their hungry barks hurried those at the sides forcing the line to tighten. They crashed into the column tearing through anyone unfortunate to be caught between their teeth. Some, after goring themselves, reared their heads at the convey. Hunger still apparent in their eyes.

"War hounds!" One of the guards shouted.

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War hounds are dogs used by both the Pact and the Alliance as a easy way to strike terror into the hearts of the enemy. Starved, they lose any sense of fear only concerning themselves with hunger and they will eat anything they can get. While they are small and prone to heavy losses, war hounds can easily overpower a small party through sheer number and raw power.
 
Kiro sat upon a large hill over looking the rather small city. At least to him it seemed a bit small to him. He watched from a safe distance as the two armies clashed within the city. It wasn't the first time he had seen such a battle, though he never participated as his elders forbid him from spreading needless violence and blood without good reason, such as in self defense. He didn't much understand why blood had to be spilled for such senseless reasons, but it wasn't his place to question such things. He merely sighed knowing there would probably be more innocents killed then actual soldiers and knew if he interfered it would most likely result in his death or a major consequence. He merely stood and took off to leave the area. As he flew he noticed what looked like a caravan attempting to escape the carnage. Although it was against his better judgement he decided to take a closer look. It would seem not everyone wants to participate in the fighting. Can't say I blame them. Especially if they are carrying precious valuables. He thought as he summoned a small purple orb that quickly disappeared and cloaked him in with a dark energy trying to use the darkness to help conceal him even further when he neared the caravan. So long as no one could detect him or see him disrupting the rain fall he wouldn't have to worry about his curiosity causing any consequences. For now he merely wanted to observe the caravan, he would refrain from taking any action unless it was absolutely necessary.
 
Tenax took note of both the change in 347's behavior and the new addition of war hounds. Letting out a growl, he positioned himself at the back of the caravan. To Ysir, as the Sobekian moved, he uttered. "We talk pay later. I'll keep the dogs off." His new position let him defend the goods and maintain an attacking arc to deal with hounds that may try to attack from the rear. He knew he couldn't cover the flanks, but he assumed that the others had it covered. He spent little time waiting when one hound got antsy and pursued the caravan. It came withing an arm's reach of Tenax, so the man reacted accordingly and gave a quick upward swipe with his scizore. The point on one end caught under the hound's jaw and hooked it. Tenax flicked the hound away casually. Again, the combat reactivated his power and he regained the couple inches he had before. The echo was back in his voice. "Shall I kill them or just repel them?"
 
"I say kill the doggies!" Ezio roared. He switched from his speed spell to his more appropriate elemental attacks. The first one he casted was a simple protection spell involving floating rocks that hovered around him. Everytime a hound attempted to attack, one rock would fling out onto the hound either sending it reeling back or injuring it, but the rock was destroyed in the process. Ezio then held up both his hands and fire formed in them. He burnt any wound that dared came close. However, sweat poured down his face from maintaining the spells. His magic could defend the flanks for a short time, but the hounds were one too many and prolong fighting would leave him drained. Dear Lord, how much he wanted a sugary pickme up at the moment.

Ysir pulled out two swords, one crimson and the other a sky blue. He threw the crimson one towards 347 and shouted,"Metally! That sword, use it to kill the dogs now!"

Ysir then turned to his two guards who were fleeing. He shouted curses at their cowardice, promising them they would see the gallows before turning to the hounds. Ysir wasted no time in slashing and slicing the attacking hounds. Even though he was trained in combat, Ysir didn't remove his clothes which would allowed for increased mobility. Something he loathed for Ysir considered one should flaunt their status even in combat.
 
"Tch! They couldn't even be bothered to take their damn fight away from the civvies!"

Sharda made her displeasure clear when the two armies sent their skirmishers towards the city. She liked a good fight, but there was no reason to raze this city for it. Though she supposed that it was just because either side want to occupy the city for themselves. And that's certainly easier to do once you already have troops behind the walls. Not that Sharda liked it any more because of that reasoning. She latched onto the wagon as the caravan went off. She grabbed a large stick along the way, about teen feet long, which she intended to use largely to poke or impale anything that got too close to the wagon. She'd use the Terror, but it's massive weight was liable to throw her balance off the wagon. She'd need a steadier footing if she wanted to make full use of her primary weapon.

Unlike the others, Sharda didn't waste energy trying to dispatch the dogs. Using her superior reach and a timely poke, she'd either stab the dogs in the eyes or right in the mouth. If they managed to latch on, only than would she bother to use her strength and flick them away. Sharda did this because she wasn't going to waste energy trying to just slay dogs. Those who managed to get past her stick she let the others deal with. And any that got close enough to bite her got a vicious kick in it's face, cracking skulls and sending teeth in various directions.

"Ysir, where are we heading? We can't take this wagon on the roads, not without running into one of the opposing armies!"

Sharda knew a couple ways to avoid the armies, but none of them would be able to accommodate the wagon unless it could shrink or fly. Though given that they had some sort of mage in their party, they could very well do that. She'd have to figure out what she's capable of first.
 
Shizuku had summoned her phantom sword from earlier, although this time it was of a more practical size, and was swinging it casually in front of her. She made wide, sweeping arcs which would be suicide in close range combat, but for every slow swing she made, it sent out a curved bolt of purple energy which sliced through the dogs as if they were blocks of butter that had been left out on a sunny day. "Hey guys wanna hear something interesting? Turns out the resistance that dogs have against magic is zero. Quite possibly worse that zero."
 
347 caught the crimson colored sword. Even while it was still in the air, the machine's systems began to analyze it and try to figure a way to make the most use of it. There was one small problem.

[ERROR: WEAPON MODULE NOT FOUND]
[ADJUSTING WITH SIMILAR WEAPON MODULE]

The IMCU's weren't designed to use swords. They'd been built to rule the modern battlefield, not swing swords at knights. To the AI's, weapon modules were like training. If one was installed within a unit, that unit would be able to use the weapon with all the expertise that came with experience and training without having to actually have had that experience and training. AI's can take full advantage of knowledge gathered by someone else. However, without the proper program installed, a unit will only be able to use the weapon as well as any other first time user, since it will actually be their first time. The IMCU's were able to patch missing weapon information by using information from a similar weapon. With this fix, the IMCU's only needed to know how to use one type of rifle in order to be efficient with every rifle in the world. This saved space so that programmers didn't need to install a new module for every type of rifle, instead letting other modules compensate and fill in the little details with adjustments.

347 didn't have installed programming for sword use, but it did have a module for using batons such as nightsticks and gun butts. So 347 swung the sword like a club rather than a blade.

The first dog to make a leap towards 347's side of the caravan received a rather vicious swipe from the wrong side of a sword. While it didn't cut, 347's mechanical strength sent the hound tumbling away from the group. The blunt side of the sword may not be as effective as the sharp side, but 347 made it work. The unit swung the blade like this against the next few hounds to leap towards it. As 347 grew confident, it swung harder and harder, utilizing its unnatural strength. That is until, in the middle of a rather hearty swing, the caravan cart 347 had been on hit a bump as it moved, causing the AI to miss. Instead, the blade hit the side of building. With 347's mechanical arms swinging it harder than any human could, the blade was slammed by a powerful force into an unmoving object. The laws of physics dictated that the weakest structure suffer the consequences. In this case, the blade caught between two forces.

The top half of the crimson sword snapped and flipped through air over the group's head before clattering on the ground somewhere. 347 looked at the broken half of the sword still in its hand. It also realized that its metal hands had griped the blade so tightly that there were now little grooves in the sword grip where the robot's fingers had been. The unit turned to Ysir. If its face could look sheepish, it would.

"Apologies. Your weapon has malfunctioned."

347 held up the broken weapon. It awkwardly tried to hand the broken sword back to Ysir in the least insulting way possible. Then it patted Ysir's shoulder. That was about the best 347 had on apologies.

Before things could move less amicable, 347 turned to see a hound rearing to attack. The robot had no weapons and when the hound leaped forward, it attacked with its bare hands. Artificial limbs whirred and the robot's arm shot out like a piston. The metal fist crashed into the hound's skull like a truck. There was a loud crack from the dog's head and the creature was dead before it hit the ground. Before it even hit the ground, it flew several meters back from the force of the punch before it landed in a twitching mess. The AI looked at its hand. It hadn't considered the use of its own limbs as weapons. This information could be useful later on.
 
"I think we already know that Miss Paley!" Ezio yelled. Geez, the Koroshi didn't need to point out the obvious and just as he was about to kill another hound, he felt claws rip through his robes tearing into flesh. The mage let out a yowl of pain letting a balled fist beat his assailant. The biting hound took the beating and in response, it simply clamped its jaws tighter. Ezio roared out in pain as he felt the hound yank on him pulling him off the cart and onto the round.

Before Ezio could scramble to his feet, a dog leaped onto him pinning him against the road. It snarled, letting Ezio's nostrils flare from the horrifc smell.

"What were you eating?! A freaking wet eel?" Ezio grunted as he brought his hands up and grab the dog's neck trying to prevent it from biting him.

As the fight went on, the number of dogs dwindled. Many laid dead, dying, or wounded from the defenders. The remaining ones still fought one, a hunger brunt in their eyes.

Ysir looked at his crimson stump of what had been his other favorite sword. Damn, Ysir really needed to stop giving melee weapons to random strangers. They either broke it or turned it into a giant snake. As he stared sorrowfully at the broken sword, a hound leaped only for it to be impaled by Ysir's sky blue sword. The prince looked in wonder as he didn't even realize that he had killed the dog. He simply lifted the sword up and poof, impaled dog. Unfortunately, however, the dog was still alive trying to wiggle its way off. Ysir dropped the broken sword and planted the other onto the cart.

Ysir placed a boot on the hound's underside, and with a heavy grunt, pulled the sword free. The hound spent the next few moments writhing as blood poured out till it stopped moving. Ysir grinned at the death, almost as if he was enjoying the slaughter.
 
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Seeing one of their own knocked from the cart, Tenax called up to Ysir. "I'll catch up. Got a straggler to save." He jumped off the cart and charged the hound. This time, he opted for blunt force trauma. He led with his shield, using its edge to catch the distracted hound in the neck. A sickening crack left the dog limp and he swept it off Ezio. Looking down at the mage, he growled out a single command. "Hop on." There was little time left before more combat, but Tenax figured he could catch up with the caravan without much hassle. They had to make camp eventually.
 
Ezio held the hound long enough for someone to crack the dog's neck and the dog was pushed aside. Ezio looked up to see the croc growling a command. He nodded his thanks before throwing himself up and said,"Thank you Crocy."

With those words said, Ezio didn't waste a second speeding towards the cart which slowed down a bit for them.
 
Kiro continued to watch the action although his curiosity had moved him slightly closer to the action. Its probably a good thing he cloaked himself with his spell otherwise he might get caught in the cross fire or be treated as a hostile for following them. Not that it would matter if they distrusted his kind anyway. He question how such a unique group seemed to work so well. With so many unique races including a...creature of metal? He had read of when metal creatures existed, but always heard they were nothing but memories or scraps that other races liked to display or mess with. While his teachers never approved of the creatures saying they shouldn't have existed for they serve no purpose except to be slaves or weapons. However now the group really had his attention and even made him want to seek a few answers. As to how exactly he should proceed from here he was unsure. After fighting it would be doubtful the group would be kind to him especially if any of them were possible bounty hunters. This was a high risk situation that he would have to work out somehow besides merely observing.
 
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Rayne had found herself a particularly comfortable grove of trees, settling her body in a patch of soft moss. The sun was high in the sky, making the skin under her fur heat up in response. The downfall of being covered in so much downy made the hot days miserable and itchy. However, the grove offered enough shade to cool down.

The Moon Dragon spread her wings opening her jaw wide in a yawn. There was a distant barking, but Rayne took hardly any notice. Being nuetral had it perks, but it had its downfalls. She had no interest in fighting, which caused for some unrest between even her own species. The war had stirred up emotional distress even after this long, and her refusal to fight on their side made them shun her. The Dragon hardly minded. Bloodshed was wrong, and there was no way she was going to rust her beautiful white downy with the crimson of another species.

Despite her neutrality and her difference of her own kind, there was still the racial tension she faced whenever traveling. Griffons scowled in the shadows, sometimes even coming out to offer attacks. Rayne was no bigger than a large horse, making her an easy target for not only the anger of the Griffons, but also Humans, and especially Elves. The little Dragon did indeed feel regret for her own kind doing such awful things to different species. If anything, it burned a hole in the mighty image of the Dragons, and for that did she truely feel sorry.

Rayne rested her head on her clawed paws, her eyes closing halfway. After flying in the hot air and her body heating up, it felt nice to feel her internal body temperature to chill to a more comfortable sleeping range.

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Ysir stood on the top of a large wooden crate. He was crouched low with legs apart to maintain his balance against the seemingly endless horde of dogs. He looked around for any that dared challenged him, and those that did were struck down with ease. Ysir also had to give credit to the others for not fleeing unlike his cowardly guards. He would thank them after this was all over, after all there was a time for words and a time for the sword.

Just then an arrow zipped by Ysir striking the driver in the back of the head. He flopped down onto the road diverting the hounds' attention. They turned around towards the body and began bickering over the meat. Snarls and growls were exchanged and fights broke out over food. Ysir, meanwhile, was unfazed. He looked for the shoot finding that not far away a group of what appeared to be elves covered in leaves, albeit not very effective given the rocky landscape, were firing arrows.

"Elves! To our right side!" Ysir yelled as he took the reins driving the horses not.

Not far away, a group of dwarven and elven warriors marched through a grove of trees. They made no attempt at sealth constantly startling the wildlife, snapping twigs, and their armor clanged like thunder. The warriors had all sorts of weapons ranging from a simple short sword to a magically complex warhammer.

At the front was a slender, tall elf. His golden armor reflected any light making him glow as if he was the sun. His cold gaze swept across the grove eventually landing on what appeared to be a Moon Dragon. It was blissfully unaware of what was going on at the moment given the fact it was resting. A perfect time to strike. The elf had a long, bloody history with the dragons ever since they tore apart his village and only once did he have a chance to kill one. Now, it seemed as if fate had favored him.

"Warriors! Prepare to attack!" The elf roared. His troops shouted war cries and the elf charged through the grove towards Rayne.
 
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Rayne's head shot up, her tufted ears moving to pin against her skull. There, a hoard of elves, poised and ready to attack. Judging by the complete rage in their eyes, she would not come out of this unscathed. More likely than not, all they wanted was her head on a stake.

Rayne was trapped, and it only now came to her realization that this was an awful place to rest.The trees kept her from taking flight, they were too closely interconnected for her to make it out. If she tried, she would become entangled in the branches, and all the Elves would need to do was shoot spears and arrows until she became a living, or dead, reincarnation for a pinata.

Rayne could not yet breathe fire. In fact, it was not known to her if she even could. She knew her bretheren could, but her species was different. Never had she felt the rising heat in her throat. Instead, she just had her fur and claws and wings to carry her away from the malice of the world.

The Moon Dragon stood still, her eyes widening in fear. She could not find the strength in her to fight back. They were closing in on the grove, and the only way out was the barrel through the little herds of Elves and take off into the day, but it that was hardly an option unless she wanted to hurt them.

Rayne could understand their pain and anger. However it was not her that did such damage to their race, but inface her brothers and sisters, it hardly mattered to them. It was dragons they were after, and she had a large target between her eyes.

The Dragon had no choice. Death could not be an option, therefore she opted with the plan the most loathed. USing her tail, Rayne began to swat at the northern exit of the grove, clearing the Elves away like flies. However, it did little to disuade the hoard coming from the other directions.

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Tenax made his way back to the caravan, hopping on again. When the arrows started flying, he found the nearest and least defended member, interjecting himself between them and the arrows. His aspis raised and he ducked behind it. No sense in opening himself to harm. He could only imagine what would happen if his parents heard of him being attacked by elves. His Brothers and Sisters, some far more powerful than he, would have those elven heads separated from their bodies. Hell, if they persisted, he might just have to do it a lot earlier. "These archers don't even realize they attack a neutral entity. Poor things might start a war with my Brothers and Sisters."
 
Unit 347 was beginning to adjust to this new kind of combat. At first it had trouble since all the tactics and strategies that applied to the battlefield of yesterday no longer applied here. The unit's processing began to figure out this new kind of combat. It was much simpler with a larger emphasis on personal skill rather than unit tactics. On the battlefield the IMCU's had been programmed for, they would have been some of the best combatants out there, but they would still have had plenty to worry about. Their armor was nearly indestructible, capable of surviving tank shells and direct hits from mortar fire and RPG's. However, continuous impact from high grade munitions would wear down a unit over time. However, this world had no air-to-ground missiles, anti-tank rounds, or bombing runs. They had swords and the occasional fireball. In this battlefield, 347 did not face the enemies it would have had to worry about countless years ago. The unit's AI began to gain confidence.

A few more hounds leaped toward the robot. Most of them were met with a metal fist pulverizing bone. A few managed to reach and bite the machine, but all they did was leave a bit of drool on the robot's armor before they were thrown off. The whole time, 347 swung around and around at any threats. It even tried to punch a few fireballs before it figured they weren't physical objects.

[WARNING][WARNING: UNKNOWN AIRCRAFT DETECTED][/WARNING]

This was a first. The unit looked up at where its sensors declared a possible threat. It couldn't recognize the aircraft, but it seemed to be in passive flight. The heat signature was a lot lower than what the unit would expect from a typical jet engine. It took a few seconds of processing for the AI to figure out that this new object wasn't an aircraft. It was organic. Kiro's stealth spell hid him well, but from where 347 stood, the unit could see his body heat on infrared. Kiro was invisible to most, but he was a dragon shaped outline of heat against a cold sky made dark blue by the infrared. From all the way on the ground, the unit looked up at the dragon. It wasn't sure if the dragon could see it, but it could definitely see the dragon. Of course, 347 didn't know it was a dragon. Since Kiro was passive, 347 simply tagged him as an anomaly and went back to its fight. There were more important warnings coming up right now. Like the large group of hostiles in the encroaching forest.

The large group of elves had entered 347's detection range before it entered the cart's field of view. They had set off the unit much in the same way Kiro had set it off, sheer size had made it stand out as a possible danger. As the cart got closer, 347 began to realize the group of elves was focused on another target. Some kind of creature was amidst the group, attempting to fight back, albeit inefficiently. The IMCU's had come programmed with orders to attempt the protection of civilians. While it wasn't too high up on the priority list due to Sternford Tech's decisions to focus the units on combat rather than policing, it was still an option to 347. Normally, a civilian had to be human to qualify. Wildlife didn't count. However, ever since the unit woke up in a new world, its systems had been scrambling in the background to try and make adjustments. Some errors were made and fixed, with a few minor ones left alone for now. It wasn't easy to try and adjust an entire AI system to a completely different time period, especially considering that the unit barely had any information. Most of the adjustments were made on assumptions and derivatives. One example being that the creature under attack could be sentient and therefore a non-combatant to protect, or it could be wildlife and therefore expendable. The deciding factor was that 347 had no mission besides regroup with the rest of its model line and a new mission was better than aimless hoping. Besides, 347 had been designed to accomplish missions.

The unit began to look at the others on the caravan. It tried to get their attention, but many were busy with their own defenses. It attempted to call out to them, but the clatter of battle drowned out its voice. 347 would have easily fixed this by increasing its voice volume. It would have, but volume alteration was one of the minor systems to go out the window via data corruption. This wasn't a very good time for 347 to find that it couldn't raise or lower its voice volume. Instead, it waved its arms around frantically to try and get the group's attention. It tugged at Karaki's clothes, pulled at Sharda's arm, and settled for trying to alert the rest of the group with more arm waving. Whether it worked or not, 347 didn't wait. It jumped off the cart and ran towards the forest. It's metal body was still mostly covered by the old brown cloak, but the heavy titanium legs threw up patches of dirt as it ran hard. It was hardly subtle.

It closed the distance to the forest very quickly and threw itself into the fray. It ignored faulty path-planning programs, but its HUD still displayed lit up paths to the soldiers and then deleted them to start over again and again. One of the faulty paths even suggested it run back into the city ad out the southern gate. 347 instead ran into the nearest group of soldiers and 900 pounds of titanium reinforced robot hit those in the way like a freight train. Several soldiers attempted to spear, slash, smash, and pierce with no success. Weapons threw sparks as metal clashed against metal and weapons that didn't bounce off 347's armor simply broke from the force of their user's swing. The soldiers expected to hit flesh within the shrouded figure, but they would've had better like trying to cut through stone. The brown cloak was pulled off little by little as it was torn to shreds. The unit's mechanical body had become apparent. Some of the soldiers were confused, others were shocked, some just hit 347 harder. Some shouted "Demon!" and either fought or fled.

347 stooped low in its run and scooped up a fallen spear in its hand. It had reached the creature it was trying to protect. It wasn't sure if it could understand or hear him, but he attempted to use the default response when protecting a civilian in its calm, clear voice.

"Evacuate the area. This is a hostile zone. Repeat, evacuate the area."

It turned to face some of the soldiers and swung its spear at them. One particularly unlucky trooper was caught by the swing. The force of 347's arms splintered the spear on the soldier's side. He felt some ribs break with the force of the hit and went down. The unit simply picked up another fallen weapon and swung it at the next opponent. Within a few defeated foes, the unit went through two swords, a handful of spears, and a claymore. Most of them broke after being swung a few times with a lot more force than one was supposed to use. The claymore lasted a little longer, but it too was eventually chipped to pieces.
 
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