looks him up and down. An imposing figure, big, strong and covered in metal. Like a walking tank.

He isn’t too concerned however and as the lumbering psychopath breaks into a sprint towards him he side steps and slides the tip of the blade between the plates on his back and into his chest cavity. A precision strike and the metal warrior drops to the ground with a crash. Slamming into the wall behind as the momentum and his weight continues to carry him forward. The sound of the lecture outside echo’s differently in here but he can still hear it clearly.

Mark: As you can see by now I’ve been making a few… modifications. These soldiers are far more customisable than regular humans. Armoured for the coming war. I am building an army after all.