OnyxReaper
Mind Over Metal, Metal Over Flesh
The boy picked himself up slowly, dragging himself of the floor with a grumble "exhausted... Tired... No energy... Fuuuuuuu" his sighing and panting was stabilising a little, then his breathing returned to normal and Elija looked around with a new pride.
His left-arm had a thick set; black leather glove on it, something bulging (in comparison to his right) underneath.
"Hmm, now I can go find somewhere to sleep..." He prodded the tag on his chest 'weapon'
"Eesh, like hell I'm getting a Technician"
His left-arm had a thick set; black leather glove on it, something bulging (in comparison to his right) underneath.
"Hmm, now I can go find somewhere to sleep..." He prodded the tag on his chest 'weapon'
"Eesh, like hell I'm getting a Technician"