Nak Nak Nak Nak Nak Nak.

[Darth Vader]

Jon's suspicions of the being inviting his group into his chimera only raised as he drew closer to the tank. The thing wasn't human or hardly even sentinent, as Jon had suspected. Rather, it was a lumbering frame of metals, scraps and machinery, with an artificial intelligence perhaps beyond that of Jon's, Chrona's and Adam's, judging from the way and manner in which it spoke. A long, heavy orange robe shrouded the so-called Golemancers features, though, which it made it a challenge to accurately decipher what it was from a distance. The black brothers face twisted into one of shock and intriguement, jaw dropping. He just stood for some moments, taking some time to let what he was seeing, witnessing and living etch itself into his brain...

Though, once again, the sound of an approaching vehicle would bring the Lord Commander back to reality, ears perking upward as to listen. The pace and vibration of this one sounded... louder, and much faster. Jon spun on his heel, turning his back on Sivo, his black cloak swaying slightly with such a sudden movement. His eyes widened as he spotted the vehicle head straight for Chrona, the occupant being flung from the bike as it got caught in a ditch. Flying right for Chrona with some speed, Jon was given little time to react, only witnessing the inevitable occur.