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Titles: [Construct], [Order-Keeper] - #bc8dbf

[color=bc8dbf]"BANDITS?!"[/color] The machine repeated one of the words that the four-armed skeleton had just uttered, the intonation of its mechanical lowering, indignation palpable in it. [color=bc8dbf]"I will have you... I will have you..."[/color] If its chest could heave, it probably would be raising and falling, rapidly, at that moment. 

However, Alaerin words did have some effect on the mechanical commander, its grip on the skeleton's neck relaxing, despite the slight that had been committed against both it, its men and the uniform they wore. And retracting its arms from Gutou, the crimson optical orbs on its face twirled, soft zooming noises echoing from it.

[color=bc8dbf]"A tomb of a king or an emperor, these separatists are getting craftier by the minute..."[/color] Whispering, it snapped one gloved finger. [color=bc8dbf]"... fine, if you aren't one of the rebels, then tell us where the flute is, like any law-abiding citizen would."[/color] It finally declared, voice not as biting as before.