Fang Hong hadn't had time to warn Xiangzi to watch out for a Combat Artisan before the latter was already charging at that Construct.
Xiangzi lowered his body, eyes fixed, sword flashing into his hand, trying to seize the opening after the Construct fired, when its close and ranged Attack Modes couldn't be switched seamlessly. But to his surprise, the Construct's movements were far more agile than he'd imagined.
Its long, copper arm drew the gun-hand back with its right claw, while its left hand had already ripped the long blade from its sheath and brought the back of the blade up to block. With sparks spraying as metal clashed, the slightly curved, narrow blade was already bracing Xiangzi's Rapier.
Beneath the pointed hat, a dark red Light rotated, as if thinking and observing, like a real eye.
