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Silvermane had to be more careful dealing with the golems. It was one thing to kill a bird with thin metal bones, but to take down a thick skinned behemoth was another story. His repulse ligaments had only enough power to dent the golems, but not enough to take out the funace. He had to come up with a solution. "Keep them distracted. I'll dent them around their legs. That should be enough to make them fall and give us some time to put out the furnace."

Silvermane was just about done re-arranging his limb to the right configurations. His left hoof was now a deadly melee weapon capable of destroying almost anything in his path. It was time for battle. "Alright you metal basterds, time to show you some real steel." A shrike came flying full speed at him. He readjusted his position so he wouldnt be harmed from the recoil. He pulled his hoof back as far as he could, then launched it at the incoming shrike. The force of impact was larger then expected, as Silvermane could feel the metal bones of the shrikes bend and twist as the hoof went deeper into the chest. Any chances of the bird's survival was slim to none. He pulled back his hoof and let the limb's recoil function take hold and pushed the bird backwards. The shrike went sailing back and landed stone cold on the terrain. He paused only a moment to look at the shrike corpse. He then looked up to the sky and smirked. Silvermane was ready for more.

The flying shrikes left Silvermane at a major disadvantage. With his melee aproach, he couldnt fight the creatures unless the swooped down at him, which left the posablility of being captured. He would have to take the chance if he were to do any damage what so ever. "Keep them off my back. I got to switch my ligaments to a offencive position." He then started to shift plates of metal to reveal fast churning cogs and springs. He was about to show the others what his limbs could really do.

"I just hope you know where to hide if we encounter more of those golems again."

"I'm ready when you are. we just need to get Sforzando moving. after that you can lead the way."

Silvermane looked at the metal shards then back at his metalic limbs. He noticed a strange simalarity between the two. "Strange. I think I remeber seeing this kind of metal before. It was in the workshop I was in before my dragon encounter. I think it was the same type of metal I crafted some of my parts out of." He shifted some moveable parts to find some of the metal he spoke of. "I think they are the only parts of my body I havn't upgraded. I never had the need to exchange them."

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"Yeah, I'm ready. These shards will come in handy later on. Lets move."

(Dont even try it. Its just been a busy december for me. and its Silvermane. not slendermane.) Silvermane pulled out of the heep with some metalic fragments that shined like his metalic limbs. He then opened up a small compartment built into his front left hoof and placed the fragments inside. "Yeah, just picking out certain parts for my limbs. They require specific materials to function, and these may do the trick."

(sorry I haven't posted in a while guys. School and christmas stuff gets in the way.) Silvermane was shocked at the effort it took to take down one of the golems. He wondered if his ligaments would be his only shot at killing others that came. *These golems could either dent easy under my hoof, or break it into fragments. I guess the only way to find out is to try it on the next one that shows up.* He then joined Agent in searchng the golem for anything useful.

Silvermane was deep in thought. He never knew that his arival would bring all this back in his mind. I just dont understand it. How can she still be mad? She's seen my gears, she's seen my scars and yet she still cant accept it. All is going down to shit thanks to me. He layed his head down on the table and rested. If only she understood what happened that day. She would know why things are diffrent now. It must be done. He then picked his head up and proceded to Melody's room.

"He's right. I had almost the same expereince. I've seen a entire village burned to ash, and I tackled dozens of cases as a bounty hunter. I put death aside, and put the mission first. Thats how I've stayed alive for all these years."

Silvermane looked at Melody and Sforzando. He knew his presence in their lives was a liability to them, and the rest of the group. His nightmares came back after years of self rehabilitation. He remembered everything that went wrong in his life from leaving Melody, to the dragon blast, to losing part of his mortal self. He had to repair what gears and cogs could not; a broken relationship. He remained focused on the conversation, his gears churning and humming as he did so.

Silvermane shifted in his sleep, thinking of the memories that plauged him in the past. The thoughts of Melody returning into his life made matters worse. He then remembered the horrible night that the dragon nearly killed him, the blaze still alight in his mind. He then suddenly awoke panting and shaking. His gears returning to their original humming. He then looked at Plasma and Jack sitting next to him, and pulled himself together. "Well, sorry about that guys, just a nightmare I suppose. Cant say Ive seen you two yet. Im Silvermane, a new arival here. Who are you?"

Silvermane slipped under the blanket and proceded to sleep. His parts getting quieter as he became more comfortable. *I just hope she knows what she's getting into."

"I came here because of this." Silvermane then showed the group his series of metal parts and ligaments scattered around his body. "I was caught in the fire of a dragon's fire blast. I was badly scathed and needed medical attention. I used my magic to construct ligaments out of scrap parts. They could only last so long, so Im wandering around the world trading old parts, finding new ones and so on and so forth. I eventualy became a bounty hunter to attempt to gain more money and parts, Leading me here from an annonymous tip."

Silvermane stood there with a look of concern and sadness. "She desserved better then what I gave her. I cant make the same mistake again." He ran to the entrance Melody went into. His gears and parts spinning faster and louder then before. He was destined to show her he still cared.

"I understand your angry. You have every right to be. I left because of my calling not you. I made some stupid mistakes, and now i'm cursed to have these metal parts that make up my body. I couldent return because I was repairing myself. For years I wandered in search of parts to repair and uprade my self. and my search has brought me here."

*Her voice...Its her, no doubt. I can never forget that voice* He stood there, His gears quieting down. He had to tell her. "Good to see you again too Melody. Glad you remeber me...Its been far to long...

He Stood guard in his position. He then noticed a figure of a pony in the streets. By the look on what seemed like her face, she never seen his mechanical ligaments before. *No....it cant be...she left for another land long ago....how can she be here?*

Silvermane felt like he was being watched. He felt eyes noticing his every move. He put up his armor from his metal limbs and eyed his pistol. "Not Now Silvermane, thats for another time." His inner parts started humming louder, and his gears clanked on the metal sheet. He stood guard and awaited something to happen