Rain drizzled soaking the cobblestone roads of the small hamlet that had been left in a attempt to evacuate, the houses looted by those that had came before. Thunder and lighting crackled across the sickly green sky as the dark clouds swirled above as the sounds of stomping echoed, rumbling the houses.

A large tripod shoved a pine tree aside as its green window lit up as it's cockpit swiveled, mimicking the head of a living creature as it scanned over the streets for anymore of the pests, the glittering metal being washed by the rain as it stomped forward into the hamlet. Its joint bolting steam as it moved, Dents littering the hull from cannon and rifle fire.

Inside the machine, set the eldritch pilot. Her green eyes stared unflinchingly as her vehicle crushed a tipped over wagon with one firm stomp as it lumbered into the town. Her mandible like tendrils quivering as she rasped a hum to herself. Her clawed hands shifted the levers to look over to the large stone church, Moving towards it before she viscously pushed the levers forward as her tripod slammed into the stone building, tearing a opening as she expected to hear the muffled screams of the hiding pests, only to met with the sounds of the stones crumbling as she shined the light through the opening she made. The church was cleared as she rose her tripod back up.

"Empty. How boring." She grumbled. The fighting machine straightened as it began to move to the houses. The green lights beaming through the windows of the lost homes eerily. As it searched for any signs of life. Maybe she would keep the next ugly little creature she finds as a pet. They were cutely delicate in a way. A soon to be extinct species her people would read about in history archives. The Tripod's tendrils reaches through the variety of houses. feeling for any contact as the machine let out a deep hum. Before she had a idea as the machine suddenly bellowed a hellish chanting horn, sending birds flying for miles. A way to break a hiding human's spirit. As the lights scanned over the Hamlet.

"Come on out. I know your here fleshling." Her insectoid eyes scanned over the houses as soon the turret of her tripod was lifted, as the heat ray charged with a deep screech as she began to torch through the houses. Setting them ablaze as the fire beam scorched and collapsed the homes, the flames illuminating her face through the window of her machine as she watched the flames rise.