Fhel 2, 2425 - Chapter 2 - Session 6 - Mechanophobia

We were in the fight of our lives. We had managed to disarm the mech literally but it still had one functional arm left that it was swinging at us. It stomped Odra into the ground as she was coordinating out movements. I hit it with a bottled lightning and yelled to PIP to go help her. PIP scurried over to her unconscious body and with a small explosion cauterized some of her wounds. Success she jolted awake.
Bruin fell to the ground trying to attack the legs of the mechanical abomination.
Z'ed tried to strike it with some spells but that proved ineffective with her aim. Amani continued to summon more undead creepies to help the fight. Klackers saw to his own wounds thank god. Last thing we needed was our field surgeon to fall.
The machine walked right over us as if we were nothing but annoying legos to it. Amani exploded her own thralls again in a blast of sharp bone shrapnel. After almost being made into a goblin pancake twice. I scrambled away and told PIP to do his best to patch up Klackers and Odra more which he did nobly and without hesitation, disregarding his own safety. Klackers was able to strike the legs with his bow staff which caused them to buckled and the whole thing came crashing to the ground. Now all we had was the whirly arm of death that was still active. Bruin stepped between the arm and Amani mitigating some of the force from its blade. I kept the arm off guard with more bottled lightning and PIP kept the healing up. Bruin heroically lunged at the spinning blades with his fierce bite but to no avail. Z'ed was able to grind the arm to a halt with a barrage of her needle darts. The short sigh of victory was broken in an instant as the grove keeper cracked open as its piolet fights to break free. Vines suddenly wrap around the carapace of the mech trapping the pilot inside. He tries to cut herself free from the wreckage steam and oil spilling from the broken pistons and gears.
We gather around licking our wounds from the fight. I fixed up PIP with some quick soldering. A ping rings through the silence. Punching out the side panel of the mech the pilot, Dreka, emerged from the twisted metal corpse. The machine had fallen but its pilot now had a fury in his eyes and we were the ire of his rage.
He came at Bruin with a fist of metal and claw. Slashing into Bruin with deep gashes blood staining his fur and pooling at his feet. Klackers tried to make him sick with a full belly which almost worked. I ran up and lit his ass on fire with a perfectly placed alchemist fire bomb. Bruin unfortunately got a blast of steam from his contraption because the fire I caused. Z'ed unleashed a thunderstrike on him shocking him. That's what he gets for wearing all that metal and inventions of his.
He pointed some kind of firearm at me and I was hit straight in the chest knocking the wind out of me with a loud thud and a sheet of fire engulfing me. Who does he think he is fighting fire with fire against a charhide goblin haha. Odra ran in front of me sword raised swinging at him unfortunately missing wildly. Bruin lunged at him next sinking his teeth into goblin flesh. I yelled at PIP to get his metal ass to me and help me. He scurried over and burned close some of my wounds. Dreka unleashed a huge bomb and flash of explosion lighting up Bruin, Odra and Klackers. Odra tried to trip him up but missed. Klackers slapped the shit out of him with his bow staff while I continued to rain bottled lightning and alchemist fire down upon him. Z'ed hurled icicles. He was being assaulted by all the elements. Amani unleashed a boney barrage shieling those in melee contact. Dreka overclocked his gauntlet striking out at Odra tearing into her flesh causing her to bleed. I yell to PIP to run in and finish him off. With a mechanical punch he connects with Dreka. Before he falls to deaths embrace he pressed a button on his contraption overcharging his backpack unleashing the core. A brilliant flash bright enough to be seen miles away blinds us as infernal heat and fire envelope the entire area. With a ringing in our ears we see the bodies of Bruin, Klackers and Odra lie broken and motionless. Where PIP was standing now only a molten pile of metal remained. With the help of camp we carried the unconscious bodies of Bruin, Klackers and Odra back to camp. Thanks to PIP's sacrifice we were victorious but it sure as hell doesn't feel like a win.
Back at camp our friends got the treatment they so desperately needed and by nightfall they had awoken. A feast was thrown that night to celebrate the decisive win over the syndicate. I couldn't fully engage in the celebration and had the loss of PIP still heavy on my mind. I can make a new construct but was PIP just a fluke or will I be able to capture that magic that made him him. Nellie must have seen my somber demeaner and found me sitting alone. Without saying a word she sat down next to me and slowly slide a golden cog to me. A small button in the middle of it. I pressed it and a hologram lit up hovering above the intricate wheel. It was PIP animated and giving a little wave. A tear slowly fell down my cheek and i looked up at Nellie with a smile. Her small gesture meant the absolute world to me.