"Bang, bang, bang!"
Bullets loaded with burning gold flew everywhere. Two half-elf great sages of the Mechanicus blocked the way to the control room. Before them stood Master Minx and the mechanical squirrel warrior at his side.
Who knew how Minx had built such a bizarre mechanical puppet? It was slender and extraordinarily nimble, with limbs made of spring-and-blade mechanisms. It moved incredibly fast, and the retractable mechanical claws on its arms were sharper than ordinary weapons by far. They also let it zip around the area, making it seem like a flurry of blades bouncing from place to place. Anyone it touched lost a piece of their body.
Minx had also shed his rigid old-professor image. His mechanical cane had transformed into an arm mounted on his shoulder, firing psionic beams in every direction. He held a mechanical pistol in each hand—both far too large-caliber for a half-elf—and single-handedly kept the two mechanical sages from daring to show their faces.
The headmaster of Chardo Port University was a fine shot, especially when he went all out. He had the air of Death incarnate, with bullets spraying in every direction and even ricocheting.
Of course, their contest was mostly a clash of engineering skills. In terms of raw strength, Silver-rankers would have called it a fight between two scrubs. But the engineering gadgets they kept throwing around were genuinely lethal. They hurled anti-life grenades at each other as if they cost nothing, even though each one fired a dozen psionic cutting beams in all directions upon hitting the ground.
"Move!"
Minx roared.
"My mentor is right up ahead! I have so many questions for him, Marvin! Ebberson! I know you two. We've sat together and discussed the mysteries of machinery more than once. I thought we were friends!
"Don't stand