"And what do you plan to do with that broken hunk of junk?" Grayson cackles hardly able to stifle back his laughter seeing the broken prosthetic barely holding together, red scales peeling off the base of it.
"Nero Now!" Blake calls out, his voice ringing out in their shared mind.
Gripping onto the broken prosthetic with his one arm, he puts it under his armpit before flexing out each individual finger.
"That's it, make sure each finger is stretched out, then press the button." Blake explains, reminding him of the process.
Each finger is pulled back and outstretched on the prosthetic hand. With a wide smile brimming full of arrogance Nero aims a mocking glare towards Grayson.
"Oh please what could that pathetic little invention do?" Grayson mocks rolling his eyes on such a pathetic sight.
'The arm should be fully charged as long as the nano batteries didn't blow under the strain.' Blake assures, praying their electricity didn't fry the batteries entirely.
