"HEY!" Talmus yelled, which was bold for anyone considering it was directed at Conan. "You realize I was working for you, right?" without a moments hesitation, he opened a compartment on his arm. "Get me vial 33 B!" he rasped. "Yes sir." a metallic voice rang out from his arm and it produced a small container that he drank from before replacing. "I happen to be the deadliest Mercenary in the country, so make this worth my insignificant while, and I<span style="font-style: italic">might</span>not accept any contracts involving you."<br/><br/>As he was saying this the nanobots in the vile were at work. In the time it took him to say all that, every injury on his body, including the hole the Overlord had put through his midsection, was gone. It had been replaced with brand new machinery, making him even more robot than before. He smiled at the onlookers, especially Conan, for he loved seeing their reactions to this. "Special Self Preserving Nanonutrients." he said sneering. He heard someone gasp, but he was focused on these three in front of him.