It could no longer be said to have the shape of a person. Like some sort of spider, or
praying mantis, its six blades reached out to meet the scythe.
Three times.
Eight times.
-in one breath, seventeen times.
The increased field of view and number of arms gave the Automata a distinct
advantage, and this time Gray was beginning to lose ground. While one might have
praised Gray for managing to hold out against six blades with only one of her own,
even I could tell that the girl's movements were starting to fall behind, and that she had
switched into a totally defensive stance.
With the intensity of their struggle, even the trees around them were set to trembling,
causing leaves to start dancing down around them.
And in short order, those falling leaves were cut to pieces by the same glittering arcs
leaving scars in the fog.

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