And so, together, they moved. It was, really, a glorious sort of dance, each of them moving around back-to-back, ensuring there was no vulnerable flank - and the machines came at them, again and again - directly into whirling blades or a sharp shield.

There was no victory for the enemy to be had, no weaknesses to be exploited. They worked as a team, and it had its own strange beauty to it.

And oh, did Amaya grin.