[Target sighted.]
Neon green eyes gazed up at the tower from the edge of the landing crater, a handful of different sensors all acquiring target locks on Naeghtmayer simultaneously. The demon's shifting, almost liquid body made getting an exact fix on it difficult at this range...
{Try to draw it's attention -- get it away from the tower.} The voices of her 'operators', in this case the commander, rang in the AI's mind, and for the umpteenth time she marveled at humanity. Not in a good way, necessarily; she had respect for her creators and operators, but the kind of respect one harbors for fools and idiots who, against all odds and statistical probabilities, accomplish grand and marvelous things. In the time it took to listen to the spoken communique Asheroth's cybernetic pathways could have processed the literary wealth of roughly sixteen large, well-stocked metropolitan libraries and cross-referenced every non-fiction work for accuracy against half a dozen or more sources. Verbiage was, from her point of view, only slightly more efficient as a means of dialogue as chiseling messages onto stones and throwing them at the intended recipient -- and only marginally more sophisticated at that. That such fumbling, dimwitted beings had managed to craft the likes of libraries in the first place, and then advances such as computing, space travel, and weapons with slightly more design finesse than 'throw small hard things really fast' was the equivalent to watching a common house fly work out E=MC2. {Even if the thing's a cast-off wreck it still belongs to the planetary government. I doubt they'd just ignore someone trashing a terraforming tower.}
[Confirmed.] She transmitted in lightning-fast digital response. [Engaging target.]
C O M B A T M U S I C (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l_vMQRmYKnM)
Lifting one hand to point at the distant tower-climbing, the armor plating on Asheroth's forearm raised up slightly just past the wrist, a dim glow of emerald light sparkling from the machinery it revealed. Targeting data swirled through the AI at hundreds of millions of calculations a second... and then a fusillade of dagger-thin energy bolts was suddenly streaking across the distance towards the daemonic aberration, the air sizzling in their wake. At this range few if any were likely to hit, but the message they would send would strike its mark at least.