"These fell machines offer them no protection from the power of faith."
Friar Greenmoore said, more to calm himself than anyone. He remembered seeing such horrible things only once before...back in London-The beasts had been kidnapping and experimenting on the poor and helpless, turning them into mechanical abominations. Back then, they had been slow and unwieldy-barely dangerous at all-an easy mission for the brothers. Proto-types, Amelie had called them at the time-she had always understood technology more than any of the men, and had been the one who sparked his daughters interest in the field...but Greenmoore was young and full of fire, and he merely laughed at his fallen foes, not understanding...not understanding.
They had burned all the creations, destroyed all the foul books and machines...and hunted down all the acolytes...right? It's not impossible to think one might have escaped...Friar Greenmoore thought back to the man he had cornered in his own home-yes, they could not have let him live. He had done far too much evil-and his knowledge would have perpetuated it all the more. He remembered striking the acolyte down...but there was another one in the house, wasn't there? A child. He had searched after the deed, but his heart was not in the task.
Friar Greenmoore now wondered what had become of the child.
Double Holy water on robozombie 1 again, or if it's re-dead, hit roboninjazombie 2.