Panzer Paladin -

In the shadow of the crumbling Orbital Gate, Squire Genn leaned on her broken halberd and watched the sky burn. Above her, the colossal war machine known as the Panzer Paladin —a suit of armor the size a cathedral—took a single, thunderous step forward. Its visor, a slit of molten gold, scanned the horizon for its next target.

Ariane had lost her squad to those blades. She had lost her voice screaming into a dead comms channel. All that remained was the Panzer Paladin and its strange, sacred function: to wield the weapons of fallen enemies. Panzer Paladin

She threw Malachar into the burning wreckage of his own command platform and turned the Panzer Paladin toward the rising sun. The suit’s joints seized. Its visor flickered. Step by grinding step, it walked until it could walk no more. In the shadow of the crumbling Orbital Gate,

"Flint?"

It fell to one knee in a field of wildflowers no demon had bothered to burn. Ariane had lost her squad to those blades

She hit Malachar’s shield at the apex of its rotation cycle. The hex plates screamed, fractured, and died. Her gauntlet punched through his chest console and lifted him off the ground.