You walk around piles of lifeless bodies, vistims of Aodan's challenge. A warm breeke graze your face, the mixture of blood and grease turns your stomach over.
Soon it will be your turn, soon you will get to prove your worth over the tireless mechanical army, soon the bounty may be yours.
You stand tall before the human mechanic, holding the severed head of his largest creation. He throws you a bag of gold with the largest of grins: you gave him a reason to up the ante.