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He hadn't had enough time to truly refine it, but with Haqq's help, a working prototype--the Ro'Hada 0-A--was now attached to his right arm.

And thank the benevolent gods for that.

Without it, he probably would have been killed by those two machines that ambushed him outside Kuros. The Ro'Hada--or the Dark God's Death in Mohssian--had made the difference in a critical moment when one of them had him pinned and the other was approaching, mere seconds away from barreling into him and destroying his already-battered armor.

But it was unstable. The Ro'Hada may have saved him once, but he knew from his number crunching during development and testing that it was a weapon of last resort. Technically, there was still about a 1.328 percent chance that, whenever he pulled the trigger, it would create a chain reaction that would likely result in his death before the suppression system could kick in.

He had to be prepared for that whenever he chose use it.

...And also that there was, theoretically, a 0.0000000014 percent chance that the chain reaction would defeat the suppression system and create an explosion powerful enough to wipe out everything within two kilometers.

He hadn't mentioned that bit of math to anyone, not even Haqq. He was hoping to iron out that particular kink the next time he had access to a decent workshop.

Right now, though, he had to deal with Crowe and his lackeys, preferably without resorting to the Ro'Hada 0-A.

It wouldn't be easy. The cruise missile in his chest piece was no longer functional, as was one of the two drones in his shoulder.

He did, however, still have a few other tricks up his armored sleeve. Quite literally, in this case. His forearms concealed a dozen micro-RPG launchers of his own design.