"Weeeeeeeeee're off to kill the wizard..." Arty pushed off the pillar and followed Clockwork Man down the stairs into the lower levels of the tower, twirling his sword a couple times before sliding it back into place on his back. "...the wonderful wizard of, uh... damn. Shoulda thought that one through more." Unfortunately for his lyrical stylings, however, his thoughts were engaged elsewhere. Mostly on what this omnicron thing might be and what it could do. Funny how being a sociopath made it okay to sing songs from children's movies while dressed in flat black battle armor and marching out to face certain death. Not his own death, mind you, but a certain one nonetheless. As he walked, he pulled out first the pistol on his right hip to check the chamber, making sure a round was ready to fire, then the pistol on his left hip to repeat the process, twirling them back into the holsters when he was finished. They made it one level down before a little blue light came on in the edge of his vision. Damn. He hadn't realized it had been that long since they got here.

"Hey CM, how long do you think until there's goons to kill? I didn't get to do anything in that last fight, and when I've got the armor on I build up energy a lot faster than normal." He needed a discharge, an opponent on whom he could unleash all the excess energy building up in his brain. Already his thoughts had begun to race as the buildup filled his suit's capacitors and began to feed back into his body. His hands began to twitch slightly and his speech increased in speed. "When it fills the batteries and starts feeding back into my body I get kind of... hyperactive a bit. Like ADHD on steroids, after drinking two dozen double espressos and getting hit by lightning. Not a fun time. I gotta zap something or I'm gonna lose it pretty soon."