The machines raised their guns and began to fire, the laser bolts a mixture of red and violet.
They slammed into Charon's skeletons, bouncing off their armor with little effect. The skeletons simply shrugged their shoulders and remained stationary, unbothered by the small pinpricks.
He smirked.
'They aren't anything like Alastor's men. Their guns could have destroyed all of us in a single volley, but these? These aren't anything!'
As if to prove his point, one of the blasts hit Liam in his chest. He grabbed at his chest with his free hand before looking up, an incredulous expression on his face. He barked out at the mage.
"That's it? Seems we ain't dyin' today!"
With a surge of energy, he launched himself at the closest machine, the metal splitting under his colossal waraxe.
