"My my! Now look at what the Mechaniloid dragged in! The Resistance's Lapdog~" The Right-Flame Judge spoke with a silent venom, "Now what business would you have with me? You know, aside from attempting to stop me of course. This Energy Facility isn't for lowly whelps such as you y'know? I'm not one for combat usually, however if you're going to be whirling around killing my men and brothers with that little triangular poke-stick and whatever other bits and pieces you have there, then I'm going to have to step in... By any means necessary~" He spoke that last part with a sultry, almost dirty grin complimenting his girlish figure.

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