Huh... Not the reaction I was expecting, but it was good enough for me to feel a bit vindicated with the way that fvcking Nenner constantly berated me. Meanwhile, the Dezimal was looking at me like hell had frozen over.
"Y-you're a Nenner?" he asked incredulously. "But those weapons..."
"I'm a lot of things," I vaguely responded. "Now shut up and let me Seigel you up."
"Wait, what about us?!"
Ignoring Phillipe, I meticulously got to work in runing his armor up. Mimicking the Seigels that old man Baccus etched onto the very same shelter we were currently using, each blow I made with my hammer probably rattled the Dezimal to his core as I crammed as many spirals into the damn suit as possible. Discounting any risk of Overload or Rebound, this fvcking thing should theoretically be able to withstand anything short of.... possibly a hundred degrees Celsius give or take?
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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