<span style="font-style: italic">"Ah yes! Quite alright. They will work just fine. This codpiece you know."</span><br/><br/>As Blake turned to face the cocky bastard, he watched him once again send his "reproductive rangers" ringing once again. Shaking his head and laughing for a moment,<span style="font-style: italic">"Something tells this "Noble" is gonna make me one very happy camper."</span>While he was thinking on it, he watched as the guy go to work with a large robot himself...<br/><br/>There was no time to think on a decisive action, but one spell came to Blake's mind as he turned to notice shadowy tendrils wrapping around the Depositron's leg, but not the other leg. This was perfect either way.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Genethula niel bolgoram halua mathaRAAAA!"</span>He screamed, from his body spawned a phantom cloaked with a white light. With one hand on the barrier, the other moved the phantom. The phantom quickly ran up to the Depositron's bound leg. Pushing with as much strength as it could, its claws sinking into the metal... Dying to slice the metal monstrosity apart when it was down.