Stabbing might be passable, but how could one swing it so nimbly and swiftly if he wasn't a Sublimator?
"Rest for now. Next, I'll take you to retrieve your equipment. Look at the junk you're wearing now—these trinkets won't help us reclaim our foundation."
After ending the training speech, Ian had all the soldiers stand by right there, then he turned his head, signaling Scott to come over as he walked towards the Armor Suit.
The young man entered the cockpit, with Scott standing behind. The space was adequate; the cockpit of an Armor Suit was generally designed to accommodate one or two people.
The Iron Folks watched as Ian connected various Signal Bone data lines to himself. He opened his mouth several times as if to speak but remained silent since he hadn't been given permission to talk.
"If you have any questions, just ask," Ian said.