Re: Below Deck
Iason floats forward, taking the hit. A brow raises.
"I am impressed with your technological acumen - very advanced for this era. Given time, this would begin to hurt."
His eyes glow, then twin lances of white-hot energy fire at the armored shoulder.
"However, you do not have that much time. As I detect no heartbeat or breathing, and numerous internal gears, I surmise you are primarily robotic. Therefore I regret neither disabling this arm... nor in informing you that Svalin is about to remove the other."
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