Terminator 3: Rise of the Machines

The T-X, her legs sheared off in the wreckage, held on to Connor’s ankle with
her right hand and began to inexorably draw him back under the blast door.

Terminator grabbed her wrist with one hand and her throat with the other in an
effort to drag her away from Connor.

In the effort his shoulder turned away from the blast door that then inched
downward, pinning him and the T-X like a hydraulic press.

The buzz saw morphed from the T-X’s left hand, and she drove it into
Terminator’s chest, just above his one remaining power cell.

Terminator tightened his grip on her wrist, bending hydraulic joints out of
position, causing her finally to lose her grip on Connor’s ankle.

The door was pinning their torsos even more tightly now. Nevertheless the T-X
managed to bring the saw up from Terminator’s chest, into his neck, and then
into his chin and cranial case.

Circuits shorted out and massive dumps of random data no longer under the
control of subroutines cascaded like shivers through his CPU and servos.

Still he did not release his grip, although with what little RAM was left in his
cognitive circuits he finally reduced his chances of success to zero percent.

His body, broader at the shoulders and in the chest than the T-X’s, was being
crushed by the lowering blast door.

He could feel all of his systems going off-line, one by one. And there was
nothing he could do to stop his own destruction.