Tungsten wouldn't be the only one looking after his Cyber Skeletons as they went about walking into danger. Several times, Cormac found them walking across unstable ground, soon crushed by collapsing debris, or noticing a fire and deciding that the quickest path to the tools they needed to douse it would be straight through the flames. Every so often, the old blacksmith found himself pushing the automatons back from whatever danger they were throwing themselves at with one hand, as he tried to fix whatever it was with the other. At least they didn't break when they took a wrong step into a pit that obstructed their path thanks to their Heavy Impact ability. If they did take orders from other Overseers like himself, it never occurred to Cormac to try and give them any to prevent them throwing themselves at a problem until it was fixed. Chalk it up to his familiarity more with gears and furnaces than with electricity and digital technology.

So obsessed with his work, the giant wouldn't notice the time, let alone the fires outside that were slowly approaching Infactorium. If Faetalis or any of his fellow Overseers were to summon him or come across the man working, they would find him hammering away at a very stubborn piece of sheet metal that was probably best scrapped then pounded back into place. That didn't deter Cormac however. He would set this machine right no matter how many hours it took him. Though he wouldn't be happy doing it.

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