Iron Spitfire

Spotted a heavy black iron beast crouched flat on the desk shelf. Looked mean. Looked spring-loaded! I stomped right up, reared back, and slammed my claw straight down onto its iron spine! *KRA-KLANK!* The whole shelf shuddered! A tiny silver tooth spat right out of its snout, pinging off my knee armor with a sharp ring. Gwahaha! A machine with actual bite! I hammered it two more times—*KLANK! KLANK!*—littering the wood with twisted little wire spikes. Now that is proper firepower!