"Arthur. Leave this guy to me."
Evan cracked his knuckles, grinning under his mask, while Arthur casually pulled a chair from his subspace and sat down to spectate.
The sight only seemed to enrage Kalon, but the boys couldn't care less.
As Evan stepped forward, he slipped into role-playing mode and called out to Kalon, who glared at them from the cockpit of the mech.
"You really think that thing's enough to stop us?"
The mech's eyes locked onto Evan, and Kalon's voice crackled through the speakers in response.
[I don't just think it. I know it.]
With that, the mech took its first step, the ground shaking under its immense weight.
The mech Kalon had constructed using his Machine god skill stood at 10 meters tall, and even an untrained eye could tell it was a technological marvel far beyond the capabilities of current Aramis technology.
'Which isn't strange when you think about the fact that this bastard isn't Aramisian!'
