*hands and knees* Devastator gets in a violent fight then gets jumped by some random but gets back to base to just give some kind of tool that Avak needed for a project.
Just covered in gore and blood with not a single fuck given to give a gift to his bf. Love and violence, babbbby.
Please and thank you, Random! ⭐️
Where was it? Where was - his hand wrapped entirely around the unfortunately placed head and crushed it in a sizzle of short-circuiting synapses - out of his damn way, where was it?
The Bruisers' constant howling and brawling was giving him a headache. That's what he got for waiting until the shipment was in a Steltian port instead of sampling straight from the source... Male Vortixx were so beaten down in their own homeland that even fighting two factories worth of them would have been akin to a relaxed stroll on Odina's beaches.
But nooo, he just had to do this the haaard way, because otherwise he got booored.
He would have gotten real damn bored if it had been too easy.
So he tore another limb from whatever lumbering idiot was now trying to stop him, stomped another smaller vermin to shreds, and tried to recognize the shape of that damn--
Oh - and he grinned as the side of his face was splashed with the ichor bursting out of another being's chest.
Normally, Avak would have been beyond suspicious of anything that happened to just mysteriously appeared amongst his possessions, let alone if it had materialized directly from the eather at the center of the miserable hole in the wall that was his own room.
No way in Karzhani he would have trusted a "gift" from the crazed hired guns surrounding him, not even if they'd come in to deliver it themselves with their own hands - who told him it wasn't a bomb? Or some retractable weapon on a ticking timer to stab right through his skull without warning? Not to mention that it was caked in ichor. Not exactly the friendliest of appearances.
But his wary glare knew an industrial soldering gun when he saw one. Xian manufacture, brand new, reserved for the making of ships and workhouses, heated ray that could melt through protosteel...
And massive clean patches in the shape of well-known claws.
Gingerly he approached the tool of his wildest dreams and ran his hands over its unscratched casing. A grin wobbled on his face.
He was going to bite Devastator's snout silly.
