If Anythin I'm a Rook, Not a Pawn.

[Dawnika Snow]

Dawn, although singed and burning, quickly took advantage of the new weaknesses created. Any exposed wires got a bullet shot straight through them. Dawn precise aim was the only thing keeping her alive right now, and she wouldn't let a bad shot be the end of her. Demouros was obviously retreating, and Dawn never liked targets getting away from her. Albeit this target wasn't hers to begin with, he had made it personal.

The blast from the copied weapon that the teenage-looking girl had fire directly at him had surely stunned him. It seems like his systems were malfunctioning, including his ability to move. He would move forward slightly but then stop as if something was interfering with his 'motor' or what ever kind of system he ran on. The vigil quickly reloaded her gun and started firing into his plating that covered his wires and hardware. The bullets were strong enough to penetrate the first layer of steel but not enough to pass completely through. Sparks flew from the holes her bullets made. It seems like Demouros was on the verge of a system failure which would likely cause him to die. In any case, she kept firing, nothing was dead til it stopped breathing, or in this case at least, moving.