The Automata's limbs opened, showing yet more blades.
More than just two arms and legs.
Even its expertly crafted face opened to reveal yet more eyes.
"Wha-!"
The idea of a three-faced six-elbowed man was, more practically, the idea of a divinity that could see all things and reach all things. Was that the goal of this Automata's creator, to recreate that image? If that was the case, it seemed less like a nod to orientalism and more like something far more modern.
The puppet jumped.
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.
Case Files II, Chapter 3, Part 4