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((Whoohoo, critique time! I just got my eyes dialated at an appointment so forgive me for any mis-readings or mis-spellings because the letters aren't really in focus.
Overall, I think I see what you're going for. The metaphor concerning hawks and mice and the symbolism with ravens. But don't undermind your efforts by calling them "cliche" in the actual writing unless it's Ashtara being cheesy. And if so, elaborate on the fact. Instead of telling us she's a drama queen in the OOC brackets, give us some insight into how her mind words and /show us that she is.
Also mind the use of repeatative structures within the same sentence, unless it's intentional and provides some flow. This is a problem I often have and I find reading sentences aloud, even if it is under your breath to be a big help.
Otherwise good job! ^-^ I'm seeing much improvement.))

With the time it took for the monstrous being to stumble and finally fall, Ace had hauled herself to her feet. This robot, it was like nothing she had ever seen. No design she had ever worked on, or even glanced at in passing vaguely resembled this. She did not have the advantage of knowing her enemy as she had when she broke into a disarmed the infantry bot from earlier and this brought her on the defensive.
Holding the second trigger on her cane down, she extracted the nuclear core from the inside of the canon and examined the pulsating turquoise glow. She had two full shots left, if she was lucky and then it was all melee combat from there. If anything she wanted to avoid that situation, for reasons obvious.
In the few moments it had taken Ace to assess her weapon, the gigantic robot had risen, taking with him fistfuls of dirt and rocks large than any of them. She had seen the wind-up out of the corner of her eye and had just enough time to draw the full core from her cane and slice through any debris that came close. Over the sounds of the rock fall and the low hum of her “blade”, she didn’t hear the whirring of guns preparing to fire. Instead she added her voice to the noise, calling out.
“Special, you dead yet?”
Hopefully not, being alone with a bunch of magic-users and demonic vessals would be so degrading.

((EPICNESS! Hehe, I thought of having Ace get hit in the face with a rock but I decided she needed a moment of bad-assery. razz You dig?))

Balgen smiled at Ashtara's cryptic message, not only was his old friend extremely flamboyant, but always spewing out metaphors and foreshadowing messages that even she didn't understand sometimes. Balgen pulled out his skull staff and chanted "Fukro gah troh!" a very large blood red hexagram appeared in front of him and large skeletal hands grasped and groped onto the ground, 10 undead ogres pulle themselves out of the ground. They were roughly twice the size of a human and most likely thrice the average strength. "These big brutes should be enoguh to disable this thing." he said as the ogres unracefully ran up to the robots legs and started bashing wiht large wooden clubs, boulders, or just fists, leaving behind rather large dents.

Hadore had regained his composure and walked outside to confront the giant robot. he stared at the large cannon shapes the arms were making, he recognized this from other robots he had faced. He yelled "Furokta hol!" large chunks of ice formed on the robots arms, they encased the opening and almost the whole arm. They appeared to be weighing the arms down quite a bit.

((thank you! <3
Well, I called the ravens cliche because when I start writing something symbolic of that nature or something like what Ashtara does, I look down on my writing and think: "....wow. This. Is. Stupid." which is silly because when I see someone else doing it I think "wow, that's cool."
My brain is glitchy >.< ))

Ashtara grinned to herself, watching the battle unfold.
She quite liked the finishing touches she put on this party. Granted, the clouds of ravens were a bit over the top, but the overall effect she loved.

She had done metaphors such as this often, sometimes simply to confuse humans or because she was bored. But this time, the foreboding message was frighteningly accurate. Ashtara had seen the robots' power, and right now, the humans, with or without magic, were no match.

How sad it was that no one had even commented upon her latest masterpiece! And she had wanted to insure the hawk and mice motif was woven throughout the entire battle!

But, it seems the gigantic robot would have a great chance to destroy the humans. Sure, Balgen and that other ice-guy were pulling their punches quite a bit, but still....Ashtara wanted to see what the girls were capable of. She knew Balgen's attacks, and she was pretty fammiliar with ice magic in general. The girl with the fan and the girl with the limp leg were suprises, wild cards she wanted to see in play.

"Caw! Caw!" a swarm of hawks was encircling the robot. They weren't exactly doing anything, no, but they were posing a great distraction.

Ashtara materialized herself next to Special and Ace.
"Fire at will, darlings. I wanna see what you got."

Victor was almost hypnotized by the demoness. Such a unique creature, yet it lead him to thoughts of the past, of the duel, of things now long lost.
Shaking himself free, he turned to the current threat.
"Pepra," Victor laughed, jumping high into the air with his scimitar in his two hands, increasing the strength of his downward blow with a heavy gust. Before his slice connected, Pete weakened the metal with fiery breath so Victor's slice would be clean and easy. Exposing a bit of the innards, Victor jumped back.
"I'd say attack that, but last time I shot the inside of something I didn't understand, it grew four heads and kicked me in the face." Victor admited, stepping back a little.
Flicking through his spellbook, he sought a good spell to debilate the cannon on the robot's arm.
"Ah, here we are. Gon go!" Victor yelled, sending a shadowy bolt at the cannon. To his surprise, it did some damage to it- just before bouncing back and knocking him into the wall.
"Just so everyone knows, don't use weaker Shadow magic on robots, it gets shot back at you." Victor wheezed before falling to the ground.