There was a ancient stockpile of Dargon machines and technology in a weapons dump buried underground all around them.
The late human female had come to this desolate battleground,where tens of thousands of years earlier machines such as the Dargon Aries Nine and bigger nastier versions of the Garyles masters had once fought for control of the realm.
A functioning Dargon was not a good thing,and Hawk mentally cursed
the womans soul to a dozen eternities in Hel for bringing a long ago\but certainly not war relic out of the ground it had lain buried in for the last 50,000 years or so.
The machine behind him clanked at a steady pace,but held back its fire,nor did it fire
those wing lances at him.
Realizing that the machine was programmed to seek other Dargon machines and enemy Stone Petrifiers.Hawk ran away from Lois,who had awakened by now and told him the bad
news.
Behind them the explosions could be heard as the Aries Nine launched its wing lances at the stilled gargoyle robots.
It inched forward and a hatch opened in its bottom
section and soon the damaged
Dargon machine the late woman victim had found was being hoisted into its
repair chamber for repair and replenishment of its
replicating fluid,power cels and other 50,000 year old gearworks.
Sooner or later it would get back to its self replicating task,but for the time being the huge
automaton swivelled up on its mechanical rear legs,locked into position
and stilled,except for the turret neck and head which
swung back and forth,seven stories above the ground,its sensors looking for
stone petrifier targets.