Elizabeth just eyed Rin as she sprinted off in cat form. It confused her a little, but not to much. After all she'd seen weirder things. When Jack and Dexter caught up, Liz was already by the front door. She looked back at them. "What took you so long?" She asked with a grin as she saw Dexter carrying Jack. He dumped Jack on the floor, causing him to spring up and dust himself off.

"That hurt." Jack said rubbing the back of his head. Dexter looked down at him annoyed, which was enough to keep Jack quiet.

"Ah boys, completely useless." Liz sneered taking out her knife once more. She then flicked it down and the blade suddenly grew longer, until it became a meter long curved blade, with patterns and a dark mist surrounding it. The handle of the knife suddenly grew into a long staff-like pole, with patterns of skulls and animals carved into it. It was clear now, Liz was holding death's scythe. "Get you're act together, we're going in." Liz said, before turning too the door. Then they all entered the house.

The moment that the woman began to raise her arm, the Overseer knew what would inevitably follow afterwards, having lost workers to that cannon's blast mere moments before. That is what caused the swarm to part like the Red Sea as the girl fired, though the effort on the girl's part was rewarded with 400 drones who were unable to retreat further into the tunnel or zoom to the sides in order to avoid the attack altogether. Luckily or no, the Overseer itself was far enough in the tunnel that it was not within the blast radius of the laser. Aside from the initial attack, a further dozen were destroyed by the energy attacks from Rin's spirits, the cloud of drones having too little time to avoid Utsuho's attack to avoid her's. This still meant that a further 4588 drones were prepared; though none at the moment possessed charge enough to use their mining lasers again, that merely encouraged the alternative of throwing their razor sharp bodies by the hundreds at the two enemies at 300 kmh- five densely packed clouds of 800 RAB each came at the Nuclear Fairy from 5 different directions, (Her bottom left, bottom right, center from a 45 degree angle, one from head height from the left, and a final from behind aimed at the back) while a loosely packed packed formation of the remaining 588 came at Rin.

The S-RAO was infuriated as it had to divvy up its work forces as the vandal continued their messy work, but was even more infuriated when it felt part of itself disintegrate beneath Utsuho's attack. The RAB let out a sympathetic buzz- low pitched, sort of a rumble one would expect from some machine- as the S-RAO produced another 5,000 were created, though these particular drones were unable to pass what with the laser blocking the path out.

Name: Ferrocius the Quick

Age: 13

Gender: Masculine

Appearance: Standing at a full 6'2" (1.88 m) with somewhat wiry and lanky, the robot certainly does not seem to be the rising star that he truly is. With "Skin" the color of gun metal, and his plating seeming to look more akin to interlocking pieces of armor rather than a basic shell, and over his head looks to be a Roman Murmillo helmet that has the classic Bronze sheen and color-- the gaps beneath the helm being lit up by an emerald green light. Upon his person lie a skirt of Bronze-colored chain mail covering his crouch and upper legs, and a pair of leather sandals upon his feet.

Race: Re-enactite

Health: 600

Abilities: Rookie in Hand-to-Hand combat, Talented Spearman, 

Strengths: Above-average strength, Chest armor and forearms are a centimeter in width, and able to weather and survive hits that would deal greater damage elsewhere.  Not to mention being made of metal means that he has no worries about food, water, or air of any kind, meaning he could march straight through a desert in summer without much of a problem.

Weaknesses: Though his armor and shell might appear intimidating, it is almost as thin as paper in his joints, under his arms, and the nape of his neck. Additionally, he is unable to recover from damage or heal himself unless he is physically repaired. Additionally, he weighs somewhere around a quarter of a metric ton, and "Noise Level" caused by that reflects it. Not to mention that any sort of Acid, Ice, or Fire is rather effective against him if used for a longer period of time, since it greatly damages both his casing and his inner workings.

Equipment: A wooden spear tipped with a Toledo steel spear-head (2 m in length), a net woven of thin metal wires, with the size overall size of it being about a table cloth and the ends weighed down with lead, and a Toledo Steel dagger & sheath (20 cm)

Name: Alice Margatroid
Age: Unknown, appears around 19 years old.
Gender: Female
Race: Human (formerly), Magician
Health: 350
Abilities: Other than her various spells, Alice has one signature ability: Her magic strings of unknown number that allows her to control her dolls as if they were extensions of her own body.
Strengths: Her dolls fight for her, doing almost all of her damage and protecting her from harm.
Weaknesses: Without her dolls she is hopeless in a fight, being fragile and a fairly bad fighter herself.
Equipment: Alice has an unknown amount of dolls at her disposal. Each is hand made and controlled by Alice herself, and are known to carry various weapons or shoot colorful magic missiles. Each is also filled with gunpowder, allowing it to be detonated whenever Alice desires.

Reality flickered somewhat as the Gladiator Droid came into being, kneeling upon center stage as he waited for the procedure to complete. Once all of his matter was there, however, he slowly rose to his feet, lifting his head up to face the Heavens above as he hefted his dagger up high-- high into the air-- letting out a low and droning mechanical chirr, his gleaming helm leaking the glorious green glow of his face as he did. Ferrocius the Quick was prepared, rolling shoulders and gazing about his latest Arena with the greatest of anticipation and glee, the emotions whirring about his programs and drives and filling him with the greatest of Pride and Arrogance-- two emotions that are not so easily earned in the Ring and are often the downfall of the foolish, but were both won with the blood and oil he has spilled as a Gladiator.

Needless to say, when he completed his Chirr, he gazed silently about the abandoned theater, eyes flicking over the ancient building with the littlest of care and curiosity possible as he searched for his opponents.

Meanwhile, on the top floor, Alice observed the human in the exo-suit having mood swings and the seemingly speechless robot on the stage. While her hands seemed quite still her magic strings were quite busy controlling her dolls, several of which were scattering throughout the theatre already. She turned her head to the dolls that hovered next to her, ones that had rather distinct appearances: One was slightly larger than the rest, with a dark blue dress as opposed to the average black, and wielded a small cleaver. The other was slightly smaller with a red dress and held nothing.

"The show is rather dull today. Come on, let's do something about that." The dolls did not respond, but they did follow her as she got up and headed for the edge, onto which she climbed. Without another word she jumped off the balcony, using a spell to dampen her fall so she wouldn't get hurt. Immediately the red doll shot a laser at the robot as the blue doll dashed at it. Meanwhile, three dolls had made their way to the balcony where Davis stood and were preparing bursts of magic bullets.

Davis turned his head to the girl, raising an eyebrow he was about to ask serval questions. However, she jumped off the balcony before he could say anything, and then within moments, three dolls where charging at him. Sighing, Davis picked up a shovel that lay next to his seat and began to make his way over to the dolls. He wasn't oblivious to the fact that they were preparing some type of attack. He just didn't care.

Once close enough, he suddenly did a bunny hop. His foot suddenly came crashing down on one of the dolls, crushing it under the weight of his suit. Dropping his shotgun, he gripped the shovel with two hands and swung it at another doll, knocking it off the balcony entirely. His head turned sharply to the final doll, which he simply kicked. With his mechanical suit and the size of the doll, it would of gone flying, crashing into the back wall. Turning around he picked up his shotgun and looked back over the balcony at the ongoing fight. 

"Now here's a show!" Davis shouted over to the stage, as he took out another cigarette and lit it. After that he took another seat, and began to watch the show.