The fire cleared from the ever deepening crater and Fix found himself alone. His armor rotated, pointing its four guns in all directions lazily. Once again an irritating snarl echoed from Apocalypse as Fix remembered its lapel was stolen.
Apocalypse rolled forward slowly. Heat rolled off the metallic sphere.
It searched for the black bat and found it hovering over a building, but couldn't guarantee a hit.
Fix aimed nevertheless. The Death Curse was the biggest problem. Necromancers in general, even the organic ones were a pain in the ass. But before it could fire—
CRACK!
The ground beneath the iron sphere crack open revealing a stone serpent and Faust riding it. He was covered in dust and a couple painful bruises, but his plan worked. Fix's gravity had been dispelled beneath the Iron Sphere so it could move easily.
The stone serpent was one of the Schemes he copied when the event had just began.
But combined with Fix's Schema the ability found new strength.
