The Ruins of Anger (3)

Steel hands as big as doors claw the air. Lizard backs off, searching for a weakness. He sees none. His rifle cuts a burning hole through the mechbeast's chest. It only roars, enraged, and presses its attack all the harder.

This beast has no bones to break, no heart to stop. Dead, it cannot die. Now the other man/machines press around him, blocking his retreat.

It’s the end.