He gave her a bland look, before laughing. "Yes, that was actually the entire purpose for them, originally. One per project, and a higher intelligence, but then I realized who useful the little things were, so I made thousands of them. Most of the crafting gods would cheerful subject to any humiliation for the mere idea of them, let alone an actual working, helpful design.<br/><br/>See, I can both build and destroy. And truth be told, creation is more fun. Especially when one of the consorts are helping, though it does tend to cut into the crafting times."<br/><br/>He grinned at her, before picking up the rifle, and gently sweeping most of the fine constructs off. Only one was destroyed, caught with a leg in a crack, and he winced slightly, but the impossibly tiny construct was still moving, so he carefully picked it up with a thought, and dropped both it and the torn off leg into a batch of other construction constructs. He shouldered the rifle, and hummed to himself, before heading to the other end of his lab, and touching the wall in a certain spot. Holding his hand against it for a moment created a long, straight alley like room, with barriers with slits in it, and targets at the end. He shouldered the rifle, sighted, and fired, a loud roar accompanying the shot as it was set to fire damage. "Force is the quietest of the shots, and sonic is the loudest, though fire is a close second. Damage is still within acceptable range, and improvements have... created a five percent increase in cartridge capacity. Less than accepted, but still an improvement."<br/><br/>He absently tossed the rifle over his shoulder, where it immediately disappeared, and turned back to Nadriina. "Any other questions, like what the other constructs look like, etc?"