Rhea'li simply smiles and stays mounted. These malfunctioning Omicron aren't likely to pose much of a threat to Azem, so he feels no particular urge to assist.
Intruder alert.
Eliminate.
The Omicron do put up a fight -- their tough metal bodies are not so easily cleaved or punctured and their blades and lasers are as deadly as they look -- but sufficient blunt force applied their weaker components eventually leave them powered down in a messy pile of scrap. These aren't their war units, so their swift defeat is no surprise.
Guiding his chocobo down to the metal surface, Rhea'li hops down and pets the bird before dismissing it in a shower of light.
"Believe it or not, these are not automatons, but members of the Omicron race." Rhea'li taps one inactive metal limb of the defeated Omicron with the toe of his boot. "Why do you suppose they would trade flesh for metal?"
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Date: 2024-03-22 06:19 am (UTC)Intruder alert.
Eliminate.
The Omicron do put up a fight -- their tough metal bodies are not so easily cleaved or punctured and their blades and lasers are as deadly as they look -- but sufficient blunt force applied their weaker components eventually leave them powered down in a messy pile of scrap. These aren't their war units, so their swift defeat is no surprise.
Guiding his chocobo down to the metal surface, Rhea'li hops down and pets the bird before dismissing it in a shower of light.
"Believe it or not, these are not automatons, but members of the Omicron race." Rhea'li taps one inactive metal limb of the defeated Omicron with the toe of his boot. "Why do you suppose they would trade flesh for metal?"