[ Fortunately, Pyrrha is on the scene with a timely Semblance-flavoured intervention! A pulse of magnetic energy is all that is needed to get the robot to unhand Sun’s tail and careen eight or so feet to the left. To the casual onlooker, it looks as though the machine has suddenly become fixated with the closest rubbish bin.
Looking back over, Pyrrha recognizes him - Blake’s friend, or something else; Neptune’s partner - and manages a slight smile. ]
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Looking back over, Pyrrha recognizes him - Blake’s friend, or something else; Neptune’s partner - and manages a slight smile. ]
Are you alright?