"Get off! Get off, get off, get off!" Ezekiel slams the fist of his frame over and over again. Hammering into the side of Freya's skull. The cold metal of his frame starts to become coated in crimson from each and every strike.
"You'll have to beat me to death before I let you go." Freya grins wide through a face full of blood, keeping her grip interlocked with the loose wires from his frame.
"Of course a mercenary dog like you doesn't know when to quit, well let me show you how." Ezekiel spits out, shifting his trajectory in the air he starts to divebomb accelerating rapidly cutting through the dense blizzard winds around them.
The blizzard winds whip and slice as they plummet through the sky. Slashes appear on both metal and flesh. In the last moments, Ezekiel grabs Freya from his leg holding her by the throat orientating himself so Freya takes most of the impact.
