Peridot will feel that she has some hold on the metal, but it'd be hard to push against the Mother's own force of movement unless it was in a key moment. It's essentially just like having moderate telekinesis - she could sway movements, but probably not stop or create them outright. Meanwhile, Yukio's rifle shot will hit the Mother's head chassis and not do much but make her blink.
Meanwhile, Ignatius is getting in close, trying his best to draw the Mother's full attention by not giving her the chance to do anything but defend from him. He's smaller than her, but that's fine - size is an abstract thing for fae, anyway. He concentrates his energy into his spear, and focuses on trying to pierce that armor of hers.
It seems to catch her off guard, at first. She wasn't expecting Ignatius to be ready to fight, based on what she saw, and Creation's effects are still new to her. Yet, as Ignatius dives in and she is forced to ward him off, her expression lights up with absolute glee. They exchange blows, and finally one of her arm claws manages to grab Ignatius around the waist long enough to slow him down.
"You achieved fusion!" she says. "Such perfect equilibrium...!" She tries to bring him in close, just to look at him, but he wrenches at her mechanical fingers and pushes his way out. She grabs him again with a second arm. "How did this come to be? Was it the final push I gave you? "
"Let go of me," Ignatius growls, emitting a localized blast of raw elemental energy that shatters the mechanical fingers holding him, sending burning and frozen shrapnels of metal to the ground. She seems surprised, for a moment, but then just looks fascinated as Ignatius puts himself between her and the mortals he's trying to protect. She glances at him, and then the people watching.
"You're still trying to protect them, aren't you?" she observes. Her still functional robot arms raise, revealing laser blasters in their centers. "Well, why don't you try this?"
She fires randomly into the assembled carnival members, not trying to hit anyone in particular but instead to inflict as much chaos and raid wide damage as possible. Blasts will feel freezing to the point that they burn, and will be strong enough to launch people into the air and make craters in the ground.
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Meanwhile, Ignatius is getting in close, trying his best to draw the Mother's full attention by not giving her the chance to do anything but defend from him. He's smaller than her, but that's fine - size is an abstract thing for fae, anyway. He concentrates his energy into his spear, and focuses on trying to pierce that armor of hers.
It seems to catch her off guard, at first. She wasn't expecting Ignatius to be ready to fight, based on what she saw, and Creation's effects are still new to her. Yet, as Ignatius dives in and she is forced to ward him off, her expression lights up with absolute glee. They exchange blows, and finally one of her arm claws manages to grab Ignatius around the waist long enough to slow him down.
"You achieved fusion!" she says. "Such perfect equilibrium...!" She tries to bring him in close, just to look at him, but he wrenches at her mechanical fingers and pushes his way out. She grabs him again with a second arm. "How did this come to be? Was it the final push I gave you? "
"Let go of me," Ignatius growls, emitting a localized blast of raw elemental energy that shatters the mechanical fingers holding him, sending burning and frozen shrapnels of metal to the ground. She seems surprised, for a moment, but then just looks fascinated as Ignatius puts himself between her and the mortals he's trying to protect. She glances at him, and then the people watching.
"You're still trying to protect them, aren't you?" she observes. Her still functional robot arms raise, revealing laser blasters in their centers. "Well, why don't you try this?"
She fires randomly into the assembled carnival members, not trying to hit anyone in particular but instead to inflict as much chaos and raid wide damage as possible. Blasts will feel freezing to the point that they burn, and will be strong enough to launch people into the air and make craters in the ground.