Mallin clicked the receiver home, his hand burnt from the sparks. He cried out but then grumbled at the pain. Mechanical and ancient, the machine came to life before them - pulling itself from the sand as the cascades of dusty time fell away from it. The servos clicked and geared up, then the beast stood. This was one of many they had found, out here in the Herfled Ruins, and Mallin intended to bring the fight to the Tolaris wielding this ancient piece of armament.