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*She looked over at him when she finally finished compiling her thoughts, so she could try to make some sense*
"Well, I guess the simplest way to put it would be to say that it's a soul detachment"
*She started and seemed to think a moment more before speaking again*
"When I think for a long period of time, or am given something to contemplate that rattles my brain, my soul just detaches and goes off while I'm stuck in thought mode. It's strange really, it never used to happen, but then it started to all of a sudden"
*She shook her head remembering past occurrences*
"My skin will turn blue, my eyes seem to loose all source of life and my body will go limp for the most part, but my body is amazingly still able to protect itself, though it takes a long while before it'll move, one hell of a live saving mechanism... I'll be dead before my body reacts"
*She laughed in a saddened tone as she thought a little more about the last time it happened and what could've happened if he had not been there to wake her up from the nightmare of that detachment*

Tegral's boots thudded on the cold earth of the forest, his luke warm breath making billowed whisp infront of his mouth, and cracked twigs and small plants under the weight of heavy weapons. Normally he didn't have to eat, but right now he was popping sweet red berries into his mouth, savoring the sweet juices as they slid down his throat. He kept sharp tabs on his scanners, despite the seemingly calm external appearance, watching for energy fluxuations, abnormal heat signatures, and various echo patterns. What did he expect to find? Really...his scanners would show no one there until they were right ontop of him, despite being a high-tech weapon designed to hunt and kill people! They use the excuse of magic to shield them! What a load of bull s**t.

It wasn't a strong singal, but Tegral caught it regardless. A faltering life signal baring due east. Hmm, what to do? What to do? Oh why not, maybe just for fun. His smirk turned into a smile as he adjusted his course, hardly breaking stride. Not too far, only about half a mile. At Tegral's current speed it wouldn't take him much more than 15 minutes, 20 tops, to approach the target.

His approach could have been heard by the deaf, him pushing over small shrubs that got in his way, walking through bushes, and crushing anything under tow. He kept his hands in his pockets, the long sleeves of his coat hideing his arms. Most everyone knew he was a machine, regardless if he'd ever met them or not, but he still felt like he had to hide the fact, because he was just that way!

Tegral's body materialized from the darkness off to Kahlendria's left, yet still within her vision. The last thing you wanted to do was approach a cornered opponent from an angel where they couldn't see you. Then they felt as if they were being hunted. His voice came out cold and metalic, his bio-scanners running over Kahlendria's body, "Who are you?"

"Who are you?" He asked again, his voice firm and cold.

"My name is Tegral, no more questions." Taking another step closer he activated the small shoulder mounted flashlight. The immediate area was bathed in a soft glow as energy surged into the machine. "What happened to you?" He asked, in that same firm voice. Scanners ran, locking onto viral infections or bacterial abnormalities. He looked her up and down, not really looking at her but rather looking for any external wounds.

Another step closer brought Tegral's legs into striking distance of Kahlendria's sword, however he was still a bit too far to actually hit her himself...unless he fired his cannon. "Again, what happened to you?" His light remained focus on the woman, Tegral's systems were trying to find the cause of the illness.