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         Party tricks weren't going to work on this girl. Regethul had to pull out a hail mary. He had one trick left up his sleeve. The Cyclic Modulator, or as it had been christened in some archaic ritual, Circular breathing. He slowly took off his glove, throwing it the opposite direction of the electrical socket.

Good lord this was going to hurt. The thought of being eaten alive was only dismissed because he couldn't live to tell the tale of it. The prongs in his hands that connected to the control panels of his Mech were highly conductive, as they usually sent neural commands into the hardware, the excess energy being supplied through a socket in his neck. Sometimes the plugs had a problem with attracting currents to them too easily, so there was a defense system installed to keep him from "straight up dying" as his sibling Magnus would warn. 'I'm going to tear Mag a new one if i get out of this fix' Reg schemed. The malicious ambition drove himself toward the next move, jamming his hand onto the socket.

It stung like all nebular hell. A feeling only described to him by sad pirates on black nights when he Light drive was under maintenance.

He removed his had. The system was aware of a danger, and was now primed. The surge tickled his entire body, and he couldn't wait for it to be over. He slammed his palm against the cheap plastic, but couldn't hear the cracking over the loud fizz that emanated from his mouth along with a white-hot bolt of raw electricity. Lazer breath.