Metal Skelly's bones clatter as they move, swords dragging by the road. Its hollow eyesockets are homing downwards. Looking for misnomers, its eyesockets quickly aim to meet yours.
"My swords will once again clash with soft flesh..."
Its voice, steely and weakly robotic, activates as its swords sharpen each other, sparks of slag converging with the cadaver.
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