However, this time it was her turn to be stopped dead. The puppet, which was
supposed to have been knocked out, instead split apart wide at the mouth - and from
within the puppet's gut, a spear-like weapon shot out.
No matter what historical battle you looked at, there was no great warrior you could
find that could have answered that sudden surprise attack. So Gray's smooth dodge
around it must have been more than just the previous strengthening. Perhaps she had a
natural resilience, or perhaps some sort of magical support I was unaware of was at
work.
Backflipping away, Gray opened the space between them again with a startled grunt.
The Automata, however, did not pursue. Instead, as she leapt backwards, it leapt as
well - up into the trees, landing on a large branch. Faster than I could track with my
eyes, it leapt from branch to branch deeper into the fog.
"It ran away?"
"...so it appears," Gray responded in a small voice, returning Add to his original form.

The Case Files of Lord El-Melloi II, Volume 2, Chapter 3