Ignis tired clawing at Four, but the puppet could not last without a controller. Ignis kept lightly scraping the mech until a blade went right through her right eye, cracking her face open. The doll's head lolled back almost pitifully, and though one last regenerating spark flickered across the gap, Ignis could not function anymore. She lay there, a metal and plastic testament to Relius' ambitions and all the pain they had caused.