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Anywayssss, Scene!~ =w=

YAYYYYY!

.. Pfft-

Well, Heisenberg knew well where to go, after all he's the one who practically manufactured the entire layout, but.. he didn't actually expect that one area for bodies would've been anything worthwhile, a waste of time he first thought.

...mmm...thatttt's niiiiicceeeee-he didn't get very far into the catacombs-before he was attacked by a group of Lycans. HIS LYCANS. THE ONES HE FUCKIN MADE WHAT IN THE FRESH HELL- 

"... Defects, should've scrapped you when I made you 5.."

.. Yeeeah, I'm, pretty sure you can guess the fact he can use telekinesis/METAL BENDINGGGGG~, would help him squish them all into a flesh ball.

".. I guess that's their doing, how interesting.. able to infect the programming, or the mind itself."

Funny thing-no matter how many he defeated, they just kept coming and OH SHIT IT'S ONE OF THE BIGGUNS AND-Wait-wait-holdonaminute were those his fucking Soldats-SHE TOOK HIS FUCKIN'-

"... Okay.. I can take you taking my lycans.. I can take you stealing one of my bigguns.. but nobody.. nobody.. takes, my.. INVENTIONS."

Imagine thor's hammer, now being in his hand, he practically dashed forwards at the soldats, pushing his head through its core before the hammer was thrown at one of the bigguns, he yanked his hand out, along with the core inside of it, and jumped towards hi hammer, which was in the air. Noooow pratically crushing it threw it's skull....yeah, "We don't talk about~-", Heisenberg having his things stolen. 

The weird thing was-they seemed-smarter now-and they're attacks were PRECISE-like they were actively aiming instead of fighting blindly-it was like they were calculating-and the more he fought them, the better they seemed to get-....they were fast-what the heck-

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"... Heh, no matter how many i destroy, it's simply not enough.. Oi! Edevane, if your ears aren't plucked out, you can stop taking MY inventions-"

With one swoop of his hammer, a line of them were bundled up like before, scraps bolts and blood splattering everywhere, before he sent the mix of metal and flesh right through a biggion.