A humming roar is left in Nero's wake, with little to no concern for stealth anymore he keeps his boots on maximum charge. One foot in front of another and he's already cleared most of the corridor, the sounds of battle engulfing his hearing.
"We need a plan, what's the strategy Blake? We barely have any energy and the drawback is still active.' Nero says, biting down on his lip trying to think of something, anything.
'The arm!' Blake says with a snap of inspiration. Already visualizing how to use the broken prosthetic.
'What?' Nero asks, confused over how a piece of broken technology is going to help them.
"Go for the prosthetic arm, it should still be around that guy wielding that cleaver!" Blake urges already coming up with a strategy visualizing the blueprint for the arm in his mind seeing the different functions he had implemented.
'Okay and then what. It's ruined!?' Nero groans, putting a fist to his head, seeing holes in Blake's plan.
