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Loud revving issued from the other room as some industrial engine bellowed to life. Wells of power and cylinders of kinetic potential filed as the wen felt something beach Crane's sanctum. The headlights dimmed to a feral red the creature was as much a protector as it was transport. Within it engines of war reconfigured while a splitting frame shot over without even a squeal of the short lived tires. The wen shouldered open the door with a transformed front half minted a pair of miniguns with a constellation of arms and machines in the wide open back seat.

The engine threw a throaty rumble as a van back half tried to move the arms close enough to the shower. The two miniguns vanished into the depths of the deep industrial space seen under the seat. They appeared again as a dance of metal and ferroplasm exploded the miniguns out lanky arms to replace its hands. An ammo belt clinked out of too-deep inner space each round stamped with a pattern inherited from the overbeing myrkul refined to harm Celestialkind. The wen could not quantify if it would work on the creature it sensed but an engine of war and defense brought it's best to bear.

The wen's throaty displeasure waited for it's mistress to give the word. Though the faint chimes of two arcane miniguns spinning up their barrels is clearly heard in the echoing space.