HoM[M]ie
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Steam began to billow from the armor... something sparked... and a small burst of flame shot out from one of the nozzles... Small, but enough to throw you back against an inconveniently placed tree, where you hit your back hard... some black sludge began to leak from the engine...
I got up from the ground, covered in some black, nasty substance; it had already stopped leaking. "Well, what on earth is this?:smile35:", I thought, taking off the armor — the armor, "understanding" that I wanted to remove it, immediately retracted the pauldrons and kneepads.
I approached Tanya :) again, cursing the armor:
- Now why did they shove this on me? Couldn't they have given me ordinary armor?.. By the way, Tanya, could you read this?:) - I pulled the manual from my chest and handed it to the sorceress...
aka Sir Holmes aka David Jones.
