Yenh's jaw drops as she recognizes Ysanne emerging from the ruins of that bar and wall. She whispers Ysanne's name under her breath and redoubles her pace for a few steps. Every instinct and blessing in her body screams for her to stop. She obeys and halts.

The rebar glances off the robot. Its attention has returned to Ysanne. Battle stance is re-engaged. Its programming holds it back, only waiting for her approach. It raises its arm to prepare a downward slash. Then the arm is gone. It overbalances before it can recover, falling easily into Ysanne's hands.

The machine is filled with enough energy to melt the delicate parts and to overrun the rest. It crackles with energy and sets off the compressed gasses and other systems in a chain reaction. The machine, somehow, does not have a catastrophic failure, instead choosing to shatter and melt apart. A few pieces of debris fling a through the air.

Yenh grimaces. It hurt to watch Ysanne's pain writ large. It was somehow far worse than it being played out against a robot version of herself. That added an emotional spice she couldn't place, and would deal with later. Or not.

Against her better judgment and considering what she witnessed, she continues forward. Along the way, she dissipates her sword and snatches up a tablecloth that hasn't caught fully on fire. Her whole body is on high alert, ready to dodge back if Ysanne is ready to try it against the real thing.

She just can't walk away without trying.