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

With the muddy water being a thing of the past, Von Mackstein climbed down from the impromptu hand holds made out of shurikens, boots hitting the floor with a wet splash. [color=bc8dbf]"Great thinking on your feet, Herr Storm. That water didn't seem like it would mix well with my machinery."[/color] The construct said, bleeps ordering the Line Fusiliers down from their holds as well.

One of them wasn't so lucky, however.

Approaching the battered unit, the crimson lenses of the war-relic began analyzing it, appraising the damage it took. [color=bc8dbf]"Still functional, but you will need a trip to the [b]Stahlseele-Instandsetzungsbrigade[/b] as soon as this is over."[/color] It talked to the Line Fusilier #5, helping it get up on its feet.

[color=bc8dbf]"Considering the that octopus-esque subversive activities were brought to an end, it is time to advance and see what else is hidden in the shadows of this place."[/color]