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Forging a Waifu Harem by BatRou-Dawg

Misc » Book X-overs Rated: M, English, Supernatural & Sci-Fi, Words: 238k+, Favs: 226, Follows: 230, Published: Dec 29, 2022 Updated: Oct 30, 2023

15Chapter 11

(An hour after the Behemoth Fight)

The happy juice ran out while she was mid-conversation with her nurse- a short mousey blonde who stood beside her medical bed- and the world became full of suck again.

"I'm sorry," the blonde nurse said in a perfectly enunciated way like she had a lot of practice saying it today, "But those on life support have priority for Panacea and right now there are over a hundred of them."

Sophia's dark eyes flicked down to where her right calf abruptly ended in a bandaged stump. Well, there goes her spot in the track team, but she made it through the Endbringer fight alive, and that's what mattered. Still… She had seen those life support machines that Magos supplied- looked fucking awful to have all that metal hoses doing the heavy lifting, but you gotta do what you gotta do to survive, she figured. She was just glad that she didn't need one, but one question was still bothering her though…

"Is there a cape named Rainshower on that list?" Sophia asked- pursing her lips as the nurse flipped through the clipboard that she had on hand. It would really, really suck if she lost a leg and still didn't save that cape.

"Yes, she is."

"Thank fuck." Sophia released the breath that she didn't realise she was holding. She had been hoping that she could save more than one person today. But at least, no one can accuse her of doing nothing that entire fight now.

"We have placed you on the waiting list." the nurse said with a reassuring nod, "Panacea will attend to your leg when she is available."

"Well, it's not like I'm going to run off." Sophia sighed- resting her head back on her pillow. "Hey, nurse, can I get some more morph-"

"No, and Magos' medicae-servitors aren't here to administer it." the nurse interrupted her- looking like it was a common question before glancing to the other patients. "If that is all, I'll leave you to recover, Shadowstalker, the call button is right there if you require medical assistance."

And with a curt nod, the nurse left to check up on the other patients in the triage station.

Sophia sighed again- losing her foot sucked, but at least she'll get it back eventually. In the meantime, she guessed that she could lay back for a while and get some downtime. Well, at least she got a free tablet out of this, courtesy of Magos. So, pulling up her swanky new Mechanicus brand tablet, she fired up Fate Impact and… wait, where did all her money go? Then, navigating through her account, she found out that she spent more than a thousand dollars opening up Loot boxes while she was high on happy juice.

"Fuck you, high Shadowstalker." she grunted, "You're shit with how you spend your money… I mean some of these are pretty good pulls, no lie. But why the fuck did you blow all the Primogems I've saved up on everything that except the Christmas Event? I need those limited edition Christmas skins. Hell, I'd take them over another dose of happy juice right about now. I don't think I can wait until I get back to the Bay to start pulling again."

Sophia glanced at the message.

Christmas Event Ends in:

2 days 12 hours 44 minutes

"I don't care if there's a hundred or a thousand people dying over there. Panacea better hurry the fuck up." She growled. If she missed the Christmas event, she was going to cut a bitch.

"Fuck it, better safe than sorry." she grumbled before craning her head and shouting, "Nurse! Is there a place where I can top up on Primogems? I think I still got some cash on me!"

And all around the Triage station, the shouts of the similarly injured and maimed capes echoed her sentiment.

"Wait, the Christmas Event has already started? Take my fucking money!" "Yeah me too!" "What they said!" "Can someone spot me a twenty?" "Santa Saber Alter will be fucking mine!" "She's a 2nd-rate waifu, bro." "You take that back! I may be a villain, but I'm willing to work with the heroes to save the world from your shit taste." "Gentlemen! Ladies! Calm yourselves, this is a Triage Station! … and besides, we all know Kiara is the one true waifu!" "... I propose an Endbringer Truce against this Kiara-loving degenerate!" "Seconded!"

And Sophia grinned, these were her people.

[Magos' Manufactorum]

The Adeptus Mechanicus strike force arrived home victorious, and it felt good.

"Home sweet home." My modulated voice sighed in relief. My company of battle-tested servitors, my three slightly scorched Thunderhawk Transporters, and my moderately-damaged Knight-Atrapos and myself all safe inside just as- with a thundering boom of metal on reinforced concrete- the doors of my manufactorum closed shut. Immediately, the {Utility servitors} that had stayed on-base set swarmed around the returning {Gun-servitors}. Clamps and vices gripping at the weapon hardpoints and swapping them out for utility ones to turn them into more Utility Servitors. The damages sustained by the Thunderhawks and the Knight-Atrapos weren't going to repair themselves after all, and neither were manufactorum's consecrated assembly lines going to man themselves.

"Thank the Omnissiah that we were all sanctified machines who need no rest." I laughed, "Imagine being a sweaty gland-goblin who gets 'exhausted' and 'require downtime' after an Endbringer fight. Can't be us."

"Right, master!" The three Chloes giggled as their shapely forms in Mars-red dresses followed behind me. And before we got three steps inside before we were greeted by the eldest of the Chloes.

"Welcome home!" Chloe-0, the one with the {Slutty Turret-Defense-System} doctrina wafer installed, greeted us with a bright smile. Her own Mars-red dress hugging the blonde's perfect hourglass figure as she sauntered over.

"Good to see you, sis!" Chloe-1, the one with the {Slutty Adjutant} doctrina wafer installed, hugged Chloe-0.

"We got you a souvenir!" Chloe-2, the {Slutty Fighter Pilot}, gave Chloe-0 a hug as well.

"It's a t-shirt!" Chloe-3, the {Slutty Observation-Technician}, was the one to actually hand the shirt to Chloe-0 who held up the black t-shirt to read the bold yellow text on it.

'I 3 CINCINNATI.'

"Oh, that's sweet of you!" Chloe-0 gushed with a bright smile- holding the shirt to her busty chest, "It must have been a nice trip!"

"It was!" Chloe-1 enthused with just as bright of a smile- excitedly holding onto her sister's hands, "The countryside was gorgeous from above!"

It was like seeing four internet chat-bots conversing with each other, and that was closer to the truth than most realised. None of the Chloes were sentient- I checked very thoroughly. I even tried to use my {S.T.I.C.C.} on them to no effect, because at the end of the day, they're just onaholes with mechanical limbs hooked up to a very complex spreadsheet that outlined their behaviours just like chat-bots.

"Would you like some enthusiastic homecoming vaginal sex, master?" Chloe-0's propositioned while batting her eye lashes.

"Later." I gently pushed her out of my way. "We're just about to be assaulted again."

And at those words, Chloe-0's smiled immediately curdled into a hateful glower- her blue eyes unfocused.

" Performing Rite of Activation for Multi-Las turrets. " Her compressed voice screeched in Binharic Cant.

"Stand down. I didn't mean a physical assault in the manufactorum." I sighed- connecting my red-robed frame on my cogitator-throne. "I meant that everyone and their grandmother will be wanting to speak to me after that show with the Knight in Ohio. But stay vigilant, Chloe-0."

I nodded at Chloe-1.

"Monitor the comms, tell them that I'll be taking calls in three minutes."

"Yes, master." the blonde gynoid affirmed before going stock still and reciting a brief litany- connecting to the Data-Tethers, and immediately reported back in Binharic, " Comm lines already at 93.2% to max capacity, Master! Our data-tethers are being tasked to capacity! "

"I see, you'll need your sister's help then. Chloe-2 and Chloe-3, come over here." I gestured with a bionic hand to the other two Chloes standing beside her, "You'll need to have {Slutty Adjutant} doctrina wafers installed like Chloe-1 does if you are to help her effectively."

The two Chloes obeyed and as soon as they entered arm's reach, their thin doctrina wafers slid out of their upper chests- allowing me to carefully pluck them out with a hasty Litany of Disconnecting and reprogramming them to be {Slutty Adjutants} just like Chloe-1. And just like their sister, they immediately went stock still as they too connected to the Data-Tethers. Of course, it was well within my ability to do the same- to accelerate my thinking to be able to speak to hundreds of people at the same time, however… I'd prefer to have a buffer of Chloes between me and potential Master, Thinker, Stranger effects. At least from here, I can easily purge them of scrapcode should a malign influence decide to attack them. But just in case…

My red optics met the bionic eyes of my gynoids.

"Servitors, reinforce the Chloes with the Benedictions of the Omnissiah." I commanded, and immediately a few servitors surrounded the Chloes and began swinging their censers of sacred incense and chanting canticles as I drew a hexagrammic ward on the ground they stood on.

"Thank you for caring, master." The three Chloe's chorused as I returned to my throne.

"Alright, ladies." I spoke to them, "We faced off Behemoth, we can certainly face off a mob of people coming to loudly whine at me about their problems."

"Yes, master!" The Chloes giggled- pretty pink lips curled in mirthful smiles.

"Let's begin!" I clapped with glee- a metallic clanging sound ringing through the air. And as one, the three Chloes simultaneously greeted their respective callers.

"Mechanicus Headquarters. This is Chloe, how may I help you?"

"Master, the American Toy Manufacturers Association is responding to your offer, they have declined."

"Then how about another one?" I coolly proposed, "Tell them that the first truckload of Christmas-themed Fate Impact figurines is all ready to be shipped. They can either accept my generous offer to buy them out. Or they can hope that their Christmas Armsmaster toy line will somehow perform better than my Santa Saber Alter poseable figurines."

"One moment, master…" Chloe responded as she vocalised her response directly in the call before smiling back at me. "Congratulations, master. You are now majority owner/chairman of the American Toy Manufacturers Association."

"Excellent!" I nodded approvingly, "Instruct them to divert resources from the Armsmaster line and allocate them to supplement more Fate Impact merchandise."

"Master, the ATMA expresses their concern that this may upset Armsmaster." Chloe replied, and I nodded reassuringly.

"I'm sure Fate Impact fans everywhere will salute Meatmaster for his noble sacrifice to make their figurines more affordable… Do it."

"Master, the local supervillain Coil is on the line. He is willing to waive the $8 million payables owed to him from our purchase of Dragon's suit on the condition that you supply him with a Chloe gynoid of his design."

"Unlikely." I scoffed, "I'm not about to hand out one of my most prized technologies for a mere $8 million dollars, but let me entertain the idea for a second: Ask him what his design is."

I already knew of course. I had previously hexed his entire base after all, but even if I hadn't, I still would have known as much. Thanks to C4D and Fate Impact, I practically knew who everyone's waifus were, as well as their daily schedules, private data, porn preferences and sometimes even browser history. All because no one reads the privacy policy or the Terms and Agreements. Earth-Bet wasn't like that other grim dark alternate earth where stuff like this was widespread. Those poor bastards.

"One moment, Master…" Chloe responded as she vocalised her response directly in the call before smiling back at me. "Coil requests an Abigail Williams from Fate Impact, Master."

Yes, that was indeed the character that Coil had spent the most time playing as. Practically the only one he played. As for an actual Abigail Williams gynoid?

"Tell him that he will have to first convince the governor and the local state representatives to legalise loli love-dolls first, and then- and only then- will I actually consider discussing that topic with him."

"He agreed to your terms and promptly disconnected, master." Chloe relayed Coil's reply.

Hexing the security cameras and microphones in his base, I watched Coil order the confused Undersiders and his mercenaries to gear up while the snaked-bastard looked into the identities and addresses of the state representatives. The madman was really going to terrorise the local politicians just so he can have his waifu.

"If nothing else…" I began- bemused at how much Coil was invested in this, "This man's dedication to a non-meat waifu is to be applauded. I'll even ignore the fact that the waifu in question is a 12-year-old girl. After all, age is just a number, and jail is just a room."

"Master, the largest supervillain organisation in America, 'The Elite', are once again offering a position in their organisation."

"Is it an executive position this time at least?" I asked. These idiots do not give up- they have been constantly throwing lowball offers at me for about a week now. It seemed like they were under the impression that I was the weaker one in the negotiations- just another Tinker for them to bully and pressure into joining their supervillain group.

"No, master, they are not. However, they are doubling their previous offer of-"

Emotion-Dampening Protocols (EDP) active at 12% maxload

"No, relay to them that their offer is downright insulting!" I coldly ground out as annoyance rose in my circuits.

"Sir, they're forwarding their ultimatum and threatening violence if don't accept their-"

"No, the Mechanicus as a company is already on its way to be a billion dollar industry." I emphasised- the cold rage still growing, "I do not need the pittance that The Elite is offering, so remind them that if they wish to resort to violence. The Mechanicus will respond in kind. They can secure their offer in their fist, and insert it up their solid-waste ejection ports at high velocity! Without reciting the Litany of Loading!"

"Yes, Master." Chloe obeyed with a nod, "Recommending sadomasochistic anal techniques to the Elite…"

"Master, the black-market Tinker group, Toybox, is on the line. They have noticed how your RNG in C4D and Fate Impact is Thinker-resistant and are offering a considerable sum to make use of such a service."

"Denied." I immediately responded, "And tell them that I will- under no circumstance- share the inner workings of my game servers to anyone."

"Yes, master." Chloe nodded as she conversed with Toybox for a moment before looking back to me with a smile. "Toybox is sorry to hear that, master. But they would like to politely remind you that their doors are always open to you."

"Likewise, please inform them that if they ever require mundane tech to be mass-produced, I'll give them priority slots." I replied magnanimously. It was good to be on speaking terms with other rogues. However, there was absolutely no scenario where I could see myself allowing someone else to utilise my warp-based technology. Well, apart from Dragon of course. But if she insists on using the orgasm toaster then I will have to also insist that she use it only when I can observe and supervise the process… for her own safety.

"Master? The Chief Director of the PRT, Rebecca Costa-Brown is on the line. She insists on speaking to you directly."

"Somehow I knew I had a feeling that she would call." I murmured, "Very well, bridge the call through your, Chloe-2. I'll talk to her myself."

"Understood, master."

"Director Costa-Brown." My modulated voice greeted through the comms. "I did not expect a direct call from you today…"

"Magos." Alexandria-in-Disguise's confident voice greeted back before promptly taking the reins of conversation, "The Triumvirate have been almost glowing in their after action report of the Behemoth Fight. But I'd like to personally invite you to the PRT debrief after the holidays. Your attendance will be a welcome addition."

Activating {Logis Acceleritas Mk. II}...

Heed: Logis Acceleritas at 90% maxload!

The world slowed down as my machine-mind was supercharged by my sanctified cogitator-throne, and the data-stack of 0.71 petabytes of processed information gathered by my info-phages from Terra's still underdeveloped Noosphere.

Collected footage of all of 'Director Costa-Brown' and Alexandria's compiled to form a predictable personality profile. Known PRT/Cauldron goals and modus operandi was expounded upon and cross-referenced with current events… All of that information was amassed so that my {Logis Acceleritas Mk. II} filled in the blanks more accurately and extensively than before- supercharged as it was by my sanctified choir of cogitators, and the processed information gathered by my info-phages from Terra's still underdeveloped Noosphere.

Direct request from Chief Director rather than Local PRT Director, obviously has ulterior motives apart from simple debriefing.

My personal appearance at the venue makes Mechanicus appear more PRT-aligned to other Rogues and Villains. This begins a self-perpetuating cycle that draws the Mechanicus closer in cooperation with the PRT. Especially if debrief is publicised.

Conclusion: My attendance of the PRT debriefing will give more benefits to PRT than it does for the Mechanicus.

Alexandria fully prepared to bribe me into coming.

Recommended course of action: Lightly feign suspicion.

"I already allowed the PRT to inspect my manufactorum, and now you want me to work for you?" I questioned in a doubtful tone, "Why should I?"

Postulating from constructed personality profile of Alexandria… She will compliment me, 'dispense with the pleasantries and be honest with me', compliment me some more, before appealing to me independent nature as a Rogue.

"Alright, I like people who know when to get down to business, so let's dispense with the pleasantries." Director Costa-Brown spoke- her voice gaining a sharp focus, "I'll be honest with you, Magos. You're the one who's gotten the closest to single-handedly killing an Endbringer since Eidolon did with the Simurgh in Madison, Wisconsin. But unlike then, the Endbringer's target city wasn't destroyed in the process- Cincinnati didn't even see a tick of radiation. All the PRT wants is for you to keep doing what you're doing. We'll even help you along. You don't have to work for us either, just with us. In addition, this debrief will let us know where the other stands, and as well as quiet my colleagues with… doubts about you. After that, we can give you tax breaks, partial access to our infrastructure and other preferential treatment without any fuss. Here, I'll send you the file. It's a leftover from the now defunct MIRIS Initiative that we had tried to do for capes in the past. But the PRT still implements it from time to time to select Rogues."

Word choice, micropause, and Alexandria lack note-worthy 'colleagues' apart from Cauldron hint that she is conducting shadow-examination for my possible recruiting into Cauldron.

Goals align: Save Humanity from Scion.

Cauldron desires control over Mechanicus' fledgling industrial capacity to selectively stabilise or tear down civilisations.

Alexandria is unsure if I can 'handle the truth and the burdens.'

I almost chortled in amusement. I was (partially) from Warhammer 40k, where it was a common sentiment that it was better 100 innocent people should perish than that one guilty person to escape justice. Or was it 1000 innocent people for one guilty person? Depending on which inquisitor you ask, I suppose.

Then, almost out of nowhere, my Logis Acceleritas gave me a very interesting prediction.

If joined, Cauldron can be subverted by the Mechanicus.

How Interesting…

"File received, master." Chloe announced as she shunted the file to the Hexamathic fireward shrines to be purified and blessed of any and all hexing attempts before being made available for me to view. And through the wonders of my direct mind-cogitator link, I was able to read through, and absorb the data in the document that Alexandria had sent byte by byte within less than a millisecond. The terms were very generous, and had the potential to almost double my profits. As far as offers go, this was actually very tempting. Still… I still couldn't stop thinking about that last bit of information that my Logis Acceleritas gave me.

If joined, Cauldron can be subverted by the Mechanicus.

An interesting choice to be sure.

Agree to attend… and go down the path to joining and subverting Cauldron…

Decline… and eventually pits the Mechanicus against Cauldron…

Should I? I mean, I was already going to uplift humanity bruised, bloodied and kicking and screaming because they weren't going to do it otherwise. It was a pretty even-

Dragon will be at the debrief and will whole-heartedly approve of your attendance. Also, Meatmaster will also be there and feel eminently annoyed about your presence.

Abundant opportunity to sexually harrass/tease Dragon in public.

SOLD!

"Very well, I'll attend the debriefing." I replied with all the regal manner of a king. "But I will certainly be bringing a security detail, I'm sure you understand."

"That's acceptable." Director Costa-Brown allowed.

"I'll see you then."

"We certainly will." She replied- I could almost hear the smile in her voice as the call ended.

Meanwhile, I glanced over to Chloe-0. The blonde gynoid stood there staring into space in her short red-dress as she managed the defences around the Manufactorum. And a bright idea hit me for making myself secure during that debriefing. Some preparations needed to be made, but it will be worth the extra security during the debriefing.

…

"There are more requested correspondence remaining, master." All three Chloes reported. "We have two hundred thirty-three left!"

"Omnissiah preserve me, dealing with whiny meatbags is tiresome." My modulated voice bemoaned.

"Do your best, master!" The Chloes pumped their fists- blonde ponytails bobbing and synthetic breasts jiggling in sync. Well, at least that was a motivating sight.

(Half an hour later)

I needed bigger guns, and in much greater numbers.

That was the immediate conclusion that I reached after analysing and meditating on the combat data.

Certainly, a great victory was achieved: Behemoth, 'defeated.' But the truth of the matter was: If Behemoth wasn't sandbagging so hard, I wouldn't have 'won' that fight. Behemoth was capable of sustaining far, far more damage than what the Adeptus Mechanicus was able to dish out at the time. The only reason that it retreated at all was because that massive, violent chunk of xeno-intelligence was programmed to retreat after it had either sustained or inflicted enough damage. I simply had only met that minimum level of damage quickly enough that it seemed that I had 'won.'

A company of servitors armed with weapons from the Dark Age of Technology and a forty-foot-tall (12m) Knight-Atrapos with its mega-lightsaber and giant black hole gun was the bare minimum of an attempt on its life. I lost almost half of my servitors in that fight, and my Knight-Atrapos had notable damage despite being made of the toughest materials I had.

And of all the weapons I've arrayed against Behemoth, only the Knight-Atrapos' Graviton Singularity Cannon had a good chance of destabilising an Endbringer core if it landed a good hit near the core- being the little-understood physics-bending gun that it was. And that was assuming the Endbringer just stood there and did nothing. Actual Endbringer-slaying was a tall order, but one that I was all too happy to fill. The Celestial Forge [A Matter of Scale] has given me the knowledge of how to make Titan-class weapons fit on my Imperial Knight. It will take time, but that was fine. I actually had time to build up my manufactorum now that Endbringer fight was out of the way

And wasn't that a relief!

I can focus on just expand my manufactorum. No more rushing to finish building the Knight-Atrapos, no more Heavy Bolters fabrication to hog my steel supply, no more bottlenecks for heavy metals caused by the need for more servitor-cogitators! I can focus on building my forges to smelt the metal, my consecrated assembly lines to move them, my fabricator-servitors to fabricate the products, and my shrines to the Omnissiah to invigorate and motivate the machine-spirits as they work endlessly.

It was time to mass-fabricate everything.

At least 10 Dakimakura designs for every character, waifu figurines of every pose and every costume, Lion Saber plushies, smartphones, patches, stickers, tablets, TVs, posters, bags, underwear, more toasters, kitchen appliances, cars, trucks, furniture.

And the sex dolls! BY THE MACHINE-GOD, ALL THE SEX DOLLS! (Well, except the lolis of course; because those were still illegal in the state. But with luck, Coil will change that. May Abigail be with you, you horny lolicon bastard.)

Brockton Bay will be the first city where every single thing in it was made by the Adeptus Mechanicus!

(36 hours later) [The heart of ABB Territory]

The atmosphere in Lung's throne room was tense and fearful. Fearful of him. That was good- only when everyone could feel why he was the boss of the Azn Bad Boys will they begin this gang… meeting.

"What is this?" Lung began- his deep voice low in a growl and threatening immense violence.

To his right, the ever-stoic Oni Lee stood- his Japanese oni mask visibility scanning the room for anyone who would speak out of turn. And to Lung's left, Bakuda- their newest recruit- did the same. Her blue eyes boredly meeting everyone's eyes as she idly tossed a grenade up in the air to catch it. The rhythmic meaty smack of palm against the metal sounding sufficiently intimidating- a reminder of what beatings will be dished out. None were foolish enough to make a noise while he talked… this time. Good.

Lung leaned forward in his throne- his metal dragon mask snarling down at the skinny, Vietnamese man cowering before him.

"Pl-please! I meant no disrespect!" The man grovelled- pressing his forehead against the carpet at the foot of Lung's throne.

"What. Is. This?" He repeated his question- pointing to the object that had earned his ire. The armrests of his metal throne glowed a vibrant red from his hands' fire.

"A s-sex doll, great Lung!" the skinny man sobbed, "One that I ordered from Magos!"

A Saber Artoria doll lay beside the prostrating man. And in his mind, Lung had to admit that if it wasn't so unnaturally still and its distinctly anime face, he would have mistaken it for a real person. Skin, white as snow and tinged soft pink. Hair, silken and flaxen gold. Stains, suspiciously fresh.

"Yes, so it is." Lung leaned back against his throne, "Now remind me, what is the main trade of the ABB?"

"Sex! Sex trafficking and p-prostitution!"

"So you do know." His deep voice hummed, "Then why choose to rent out your toys? In my city? In my territory?"

"I… I was just loaning her to a friend!" the Vietnamese man squealed- actively forcing his forehead against the carpet, "There was no payment involved, great Lung! It's true! I swear!"

"that's fucking nasty, dude." Bakuda muttered- the half-asian's face scrunched in disgust. And silently, Lung agreed with her. Punching his large fist towards the sex doll, he launched a bolt of flame that washed over the Saber doll- setting it alight and filling the room with the pungent stench of burning plastic.

"Seibah! NO!" the skinny man squealed as he watched his love doll burn to ash in front of his eyes. Lung ignored the twitch in some of his men- like they wanted to put out the fire and save the doll, but stopped themselves from moving at the last second.

"By moving on our territory- on our trade, Magos has declared war on the ABB." Lung announced the obvious to the rest of the ABB who stood at attention, "He is an enemy and I expect him to be treated as such if he enters our territory. Also…"

He turned his gaze back towards the burning heap that was ruining the carpet.

"None of you will purchase any sex dolls from Magos." He commanded, with some of his men stiffening in response likely because they also owned dolls like that, "Any person who disobeys that order will earn my anger… and will go the same way as this doll. Only slower."

The fearful looks that his men made assured him that they will be disposing of their own dolls as well. Good.

"Someone get this man a real blonde British whore." He growled. "I will not allow the misconception that Magos' sex dolls are in any way superior to our own… product."

"Oni Lee, sharpen your blades. Bakuda, prepare your bombs." Lung nodded to the two other capes of the ABB, "If Magos is foolish enough to stray from the safety of his workshop, the Azn Bad Boys will be there to punish him for his hubris!"

And as one, his gathered force of violent gang members howled and cheered. Some out of anger for Magos, but most out of fear of Lung. Good.

"...Wait, how do you know that Saber Artoria is British in her lore?" Bakuda whispered as an aside to him.

"Be quiet, you." He warned her.

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