Deep in the Panzer Paladin’s dormant core, Flint processed that reply. Then, quietly, he began to dream of new weapons.
Malachar laughed—a wet, mechanical sound. "You’ll delete yourself, pilot. That core is gone. You have less than a minute." Panzer Paladin
Ariane sat down against the giant’s neck, watching the sun fully clear the mountains. "For the next time." Deep in the Panzer Paladin’s dormant core, Flint
"Durability 12%," Flint noted calmly. "Drop it or lose it." Flint processed that reply. Then