Locked into the casting, Salamander could do very little to stop his opponent from performing a mighty counterattack. He would simply have to endure as best he could. The electricity crackled around him as the essence lattice finished molding itself into the hulking war machine... but it was too little, too late. The electrically-charged ball almost completely enveloped Salamander and his construct, then seemed to somehow detonate. The heat was intense and the pain was staggering, but the mighty defenses of the God-Forged Champion of War and Salamander's defensive aura held out. The explosion kicked up a massive amount of dust and debris, but that was soon handled by a massive rush of wind that erupted from Salamander's position.
The Champion rose to its feet among the devastation, a full five meters tall and with Salamander encased within. Wisps of smoke came off of the caster's skin and clothing, all burned from the mighty attack he had withstood. "God-Forged Champion of War." The word were spoken loudly but calmly, as if to show the bandit that his valiant efforts were in vain. "You were given a choice, my greedy friend. You could have left and prevented this. Now you must deal with the consequences of your greed." It was sad, yes... but Salamander was only so forgiving. Once Robin attacked instead of leaving peacefully, the time for mercy was over. It was now time for Robin to pay the piper, and this particular piper charged a very high price.
Now, with a gleaming golden hammer in one hand and a cannon on the shoulder opposite of the weapon-wielding arm, the great construct lurched forward and then rushed toward Robin with a speed that none would likely expect from such a large opponent. As the Champion closed in, the hammer would scream downward toward the unfortunate man. With a head just over a meter across and nearly a meter thick, even a glancing blow from such a large weapon would cause crippling damage. Some might see it as overkill, but Salamander had seen the power Robin commanded and refused to handle him with kid gloves. Robin would die this day. If not from the hammer, then from something... else. After all, Salamander had plenty left in his arsenal should this bastard prove hard to kill even with a war machine made specifically for killing.