"You'd best wear these." Malik handed Ndroso a pair of sound-dampeners. Ndroso may notice Malik himself does not bother with wearing one. "Fire!"
The artillery shell the lone Sentinel. In all the unit fares good under the assault, but inevitably begins to fall apart. Arms, legs, even the head had come off the shoulders.
"Now, now is the part you will truly want to see. My people have sucessfully made it so that each individual piece has its own internal power source. Along with a..how should I say..survival instinct built in. Watch."
As soon as the grinb formed on Jericho's face, the "parts" began to move on their own.
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