Snippet #2819965

Static assailed his vision. His eye flickered, his palms splayed across ruined earth.

”Y… you..."

He grunted, a voice quaking with something deeper than pain. What once was his right arm had become a frayed mess of fibers and tubes, spitting translucent fluid from the elbow. His chestplate was sundered deep, and purple metal gave way to torn, artificial flesh. He laid there, unmoving, at the mercy of the Templar he had dismissed.

"You're… faster than I thought…," He admitted, his voice partially garbled from the onslaught of blunt force trauma his chassis endured, a pool of semi-clear lubricant forming beneath him. Stronger too, he left unsaid, catching sight of Aegis' ruptured barrier from his peripherals.