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A black wave of negative energy burst from the golem's form as it released another automatic pulse. It charged head-on at Maximos, claws swinging in to slam him viciously. Without any direction, it would fight mindlessly, without any tactics. Just as long as it hit something.

Owle got off faster than a bolt of lightning, practically shooting off the infernal contraption. She had gotten more used to it thanks to spending time with various people who owned such two wheelers, but that didn't make her like it any more, or fear it all the much less.

"No, these are different," Owle answered him. She shook her head. "The ones in Agrippina had a mind...a single mind. These are...soulless. Mindless."

She, too, surveyed the scene, her supernatural senses spreading out to look for anything still alive in the area. Anyone with magical senses or spirit vision would see the ethereal golden snakes slithering away from her, through the city. Invisible to the normal eye, these snakes were a part of Owle's very being, and would be able to detect any unshielded, living soul (and possibly the souls of lingering or powerful dead) that they came across.

Before they had covered even one block, Owle pulled them back, listening to the voice along the channel.

"Maximos? Is that you? Where are you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Are you..." And her voice was tinged with horror as her eyes took in the chaos, realizing what it could mean. "...the only one left alive here?"

Of course she recognized him; it wasn't so much his voice that stood out, but the feel of his mind, sort of dark and shadowy and slippery, but in a way that was interesting rather than unpleasant. If Owle had known what Gak was, she might have made the comparison. It was a reflection of how Owle perceived him, rather than a reflection of what he was.

But what did he mean, one remaining? Could it really be... And Owle's stomach knotted at the thought. That he's the only one left alive? That I'm too late?

"H-help me!"

"I-I'm stuck!"

Owle's heart leapt anew, and she turned to Kalis, smiling just slightly. "Got one," she told him, proudly.

"Where are you?" she sent back to the man, though she was already following her sense of his mind toward him. In some ways, Owle was like a supernatural bloodhound...once she got a mind's "scent", she could track it down, getting an accurate sense of which direction it was in and a vague notion of how far away it was.

"Are there any zombies around you?" she prompted the injured man, wanting to make sure before she proceeded incautiously. Halfway to there, she realized she was still wearing the jacket, which obscured her scaled shoulders and tiny brown feathered wings. The motorcycle helmet still rested atop her blue hair. Ah, well, no time to take them off now...

If she wasn't so focused on finding the injured man, she would have sensed Kchain. As it was, though, Owle was relying on her eyes to tell her where the threats were.

"N-no... the guy in the c-c-car is dead..."

The man writhed a little, his leg bleeding although somewhat staunched by the tire.

Kchain was still watching, quietly drawing a sword and clicking the safety off of his gun.

"You don't sound good..." Owle sent to Maximos, looking around for any sign of him. She heard the sounds of battle not far off, but her view was obscured by the rubble.

"You need help?"

She was torn, momentarily, between helping a total stranger and leaping in to help Maximos. But the stranger was alone, while she could still clearly hear the sounds of some sort of conflict from the direction Maximos was in.

That decided her. She'd check the condition of the injured stranger, quickly, then run to help Maximos. If the Reaper said he needed her now, though, she'd abandon her course of action.

The woman broke into a run, scaled and clawed feet clacking on the rubble, as she moved as quickly as she could toward the injured stranger. Soon, she came within sight of the car, and, without slowing her pace, hastened to reach the victim beneath it.

The opposing forces cancelled each other out. The golem's head jerked from the force of the impact, which would have probably torn a normal, flesh and blood creature's head right off. Shadesteel was hardly tin though, and though the blow did leave an impressive welt in the construct's face, it'd absorb the blow in stride, making a full attack against Maximos in retaliation with both its hands and feet claws, attacking him savagely.

Having run up the creatures arm, its attack opportunities were limited by reach if nothing else. The idea of its feet reaching him was unlikely, as was the idea of the arm he was standing, as should it move, it would force him off the golem to begin with since he was using it as footing.

I am fine...

He said, along the telepathic channel. He was running up the constructs arm, with his right holding the i-beam across and to the left. His swing was a wide sideways swing, while he moved. His motion would carry him up onto the creatures shoulder, where he would immediately break off to its left side, his feet kicking off the metal just as its claw ripped through the air shredding streaks across the back of his vest, red staining its claws. He jumped off its shoulder and twisting in air to face its left side. Both arms meeting on the I-Beam, and swinging down with all the strength he could muster, at its left shoulder. Attempting to break the arm off at the joint with a downward pop.

Oh, he knew it wasnt tin. But he could certainly hope.

...save the living.

The blow sent sparks flying as the I-beam scraped across the golem's shoulder with the strike, shoving it down toward the ground, rending a deep scratch in the alloy. It grabbed at the beam with its other claw, intending to swing Max around on it and swing him into some remains of a nearby wall.