Siobhàn stumbled through the swirling cloud of dust, coughing hard as she scanned the rubble-strewn ground. Her breath hitched when she spotted Morrigan sprawled a few feet away, motionless amid the wreckage. Blood streaked her face, and her body lay at an unnatural angle.
"Shit," she muttered under her breath as she dropped to her knees beside her master.
She shoved aside chunks of debris and pressed against Morrigan's neck. A pulse. Weak, but it was there. Relief washed over her, replaced just as quickly by the sharp edge of panic as a deep, mechanical thumping reverberated in the distance.
Her head snapped up toward the sound. The mech was still standing, visible now through gaps in the smoke and shattered concrete. Its hulking frame shifted as it recalibrated its targeting systems, the red glow of its sensor eyes scanning for movement together with a flash of light sparking from its arm—it's missile launcher coming online again.
