She compliments his diligence and carefulness.

Then there is a loud bell from one of the newly constructed towers. "That's an attack alarm." She says, eyes widening.

He scurries back into the mecha. "That's a- that's a bad thing, right?"

"It is. I need to get to my position. Do you have... an assigned place?"

"I- no. But- I can-help?"

She nods. "Lets go to the gates them. Follow me." And she darts gate-wards, looking behind to make sure he is following.

The entire settlement is in motion.

The mecha is surprisingly mobile, and he follows easily.

They reach the gates. Guards assemble in formation and manifest their armors over their uniforms, turning into a wall of metal in front of the gates. There is a tense moment of wanting.

Then everything turns dark brown. A sand cloud covers everything, people start coughing violently.

And amidst it all, a dark silhouette with dark eyes is visible, steadily going towards Nova.

The mecha shifts, aware of it, watching carefully, ready to act if need be.

The guards try to pile up on the creature, but it's much stronger than it has any right to be. It picks one particular guard and raises them by the neck. A darkness starts covering the armor-clad figure.

...Um. No. They flare up, flames shaping around the mecha, and they lash out towards the creature - slipping in between the other defenders.

The creature is set on fire, revealing a dissected being covered in bandages.

It does not appear to be in pain, but the sudden light up of its quite flamable parts elicit the reaction of the creature turning towards nova and jumping for a grab.

The mecha is surprisingly agile, but is also surrounded by fire, and not backing down from a fight, moving to avoid the grab, but also trying to deal with the creature.

The creature screams in frustration and calls all the sand making the surrounding cloud to douse the flames.

-Did the creature know that sand heated hot enough turns to glass?

If they didn't, they found out now! And their reaction isn't shouting "fascinating!", but the dying scream compensates by being high-pitched and loud.

They're not sure that's...good, necessarily, but it is at least an enemy down.

The troops pick themselves up as the smoke (sometimes literal) clears. People are looking for the fallen or hurt soldiers and bringing them to be healed.

The mecha settles somewhat, letting out whisps of smoke as though it's cooling down.

People check on him, to be sure he is okay and needs healing or repairing.

No, he's okay he thinks?

Alright, does he have any healing of his own to share?

-Maybe. He's pretty sure he does. He's not certain, he'd...not really had to heal anyone before. But he thinks he does.

Well, he could try?

Yes! Yes he can! He's very willing to try! Where would they like him to try?

They have been gathering people to get healing in that corner over there.