Starter for @narcolepticknight
Quantico had been busy. It’d dragged together ever little bit of energy it could muster from old batteries and discarded food. In its right hand it gripped the shaft of its axe. In front of it was a piecr of metal from the junk yard, balanced carefully so that it could strike it.
It allowed charge to flow into the axe from the metal plates on its palms, the blade heating and crackling with electricity. It swung, and struck the metal, watching sparks and lightning arc off.
As it moved it had picked up a shape out the corner of its optic and turned to find the imposing, but familiar figure of Knight Knight. It waved happily w ith its free hand and immediately wandered over.
*”Greetings Knight Knight!”
*”Did you see what I did? I gathered enough power to charge my weapon!”
It sounded very proud of itself.
