Prototype Unit 11 did a very human-like head-turn, even though she didn't need to; with sensors packing thirty-two different observation modes, she could clearly lock onto the figure approaching her just fine.
Even in the dead of night, she could still see every single pore on the other's face once she tweaked the focal pixels.
"Penny... are you awake?"
Bertie dropped from the sky, wings flapping.
The miserable bastard was covered in severe burn marks—torture-level stuff for a vampire—but he didn't care at all. He just half-knelt by Penny, reached out, trying to help the Mech Maiden who'd collapsed in the rubble back up. Unfortunately, there was no way he could actually pull that off.
The creator's personally crafted Intelligent Guard prototype was built like a tank; even after getting hammered over and over by Power Armor, she'd only picked up a few scratches. At this weight class, forget Bertie—drag a few Barbarians over and they'd still struggle to lift her.
