Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25363089-20170608035530/@comment-13488655-20170812053346

With one look at the device, Malum picked it up in his hand and crushed it slowly. Glaring back at the mouse faunus, he then got up and placed the broken weapon in his hand.

"What exactly are these cheap, 'inventors' up to? I ask for a weapon and they invent something that can kill the wearer? Are they just hexed with stupidity? Make me a real gauntlet. One that has retractable blades and some form of energy cannons. With it powered by that machine's dust, I could be a walking army! Work then on body armour. I feel like this is a simple enough request. What do you think?"