Of Machine and Blood

Desert of Zatar, between Shadrazar and Ohamet

Gears turning, metal shrieking, Tech kept on his feet, facing his opponent. He kept the naga behind him, how had this fight kept going? It started outside of Shadrazar, the two bounty hunters had pushed this monster before them back.

Sabriel could only smile in cruel glee, "I been looking for you ancient one. All the years you endure, you still live by the sword. You continue to refuse the Nameless, even though they promise more than enough for you."

The twisted creature was shot in head by a bolt from Tech's still entact arm. Sabriel snarled, "You really are getting on my nerves. Any last words before you die?" Tech chuckled, even though he was falling apart, his great machine failing him, he would not yeild. "Promise me one thing, abomination. You leave the woman alone." Sabriel turned to the unconscious naga behind Tech, "Very well. Farewell Ancient One."

With a wave of his hand, Sabriel casted a spell of twisted orgin, a black ball of energy consumed the being known as Tech, and imploded on itself. Once the spell ended, the machine was knelt on one of his knees, dark crimson liquid spilling out of the shattered cracks and broken bits of metal. Sabriel shrugged, "That's one loose end. To Lucretia, we have a meeting." He raised his staff, before teleporting from the combat scene.

The plates of Tech began to bend, moving from something underneath. A lone goblin hand shot out from the chest, followed by a mechanical hand made from the same material as Tech's armor.

From the shattered remains of what many thought as Tech, came a battle scarred goblin, his lower half was replaced by ancient mechanical legs, most of his left side of his chest and entire left arm was made from the same machine as his legs. His jaw was replaced by the same metal as his suit, in place of one of his eyes was a magical blue marble.

Tech wheezed, his newly gained wounds began to close on themselves, sealing shut. He sighed, "Yep, still can't die yet. Got to be kidding me." Checking on the sleeping naga, Tech quickly treated her wounds. Once she was alright, he found a spot to sit by his ruined suit. He gently closed his eyes as he went unconscious, darkness set in.