The third and fourth executioners advanced side by side, their heavy bronze bodies wedged tightly across the narrow high walkway.
Tie Shan didn’t give them room to maneuver.
Stepping forward into the spray of leaking high-pressure fluid, the giant used his star-iron pry-bar as a level battering ram. He rammed the heavy bar between the chest plates of both iron-puppets, throwing his entire mortal body weight behind the strike. The two constructs crashed together with an ear-splitting shriek of grinding metal, their limbs tangling in a wild, uncoordinated struggle.
Lin Tao saw his opening.
He reached into his belt with his free left hand. He drew a six-inch star-iron drift punch, flicking it across the gap with the lethal accuracy of an experienced land-mapper. The hardened iron punch jammed directly into the main pressure relief valve of the third build’s spinal actuator.
The valve burst instantly.
Deprived of high-pressure holding pressure, the two tangled constructs lost their footing. It slid over the edge of the narrow high walkway in a tangled mass of bronze and iron. It plunged into the liquid silver lake with a thunderous double blast.
The round hall fell silent, save for the splashing of silver waves eighty meters below.
