"Certainly, Weaponer Kalmin."
Lysis adopts a similar posture to Varnathon, both hands extender with her palms upwards. The light of qwa energy appears in her hands, a little faster than it did for Varnathon but not to a huge degree. We all watch as it fills out the space for a traditional qwa bolt, then…
And without the benefit of mechanical assistance, too. Already, she has quite the jump on him.
"Anti-Monitor judge my worth-. Me worthy."
The qwa energy flickers, then solidifies into qwa matter. Lysis holds it for a moment, then holds it out to Kalmin. He takes it and considers it for a moment before nodding approvingly. He then holds it up so that he's eyeing Varnathon over it.
Not a masterwork, but acceptable for a moment's notice. No less than Kalmin would expect of a former apprentice.
"Let go, Varnathon. Let us see this 'bolt' you have made."
Varnathon hesitates for a moment, then exhales.
"I refuse to participate in this stupidity any further."
Well, I see he's taking the 'Fuck this shit, I'm out' option. Brace for explosions! And not even at the
end of a chapter!
The glow over his hands weakens, then-. Then I brace as the qwa energy he gathered explodes! Shields flare into being in every balcony, Kalmin parries with his hammer and Lysis dives behind me. That was-. Nothing like as powerful as the blast that killed me, but by the time the flare of energy has died down Varnathon has already beaten a speedy retreat back through the door he came in by.
"Weaponer Lysis, are you injured?"
Well, if the shields had been any weaker, that would have been quite
messy. I hope that shows the Council what sort of
Qwardian Varnathon is.
"No."
I watch through my rear-facing cameras as she picks herself up.
Heh, useful to functionally have eyes in the back of your head.
"Do you require the loan of enhanced defensive technologies?"
"Not from a machine."
And despite the situation, now I'm picturing him speaking in a calm Baymax voice...
"Weaponer Kalmin has demonstrated that he values your continued existence. Any device I supply to you would be from his armoury."
"No, machine."
Hey, you offered. If the lady trusts her own equipment, then so be it. Let's hope she hasn't slacked off any since she left Kalmin's tutelage.
"Standing by."
I should pretend to be a robot more often. It's surprisingly fun.
Indeed. You can discreetly sass everyone and they'll just assume Kalmin programmed you that way. Becasue
Kalmin.
Kalmin raises his arms, qwa bolts safely stowed but hammer still in hand.
"Councillors! What say you!"
Now, to see how well Varnathon has them paid off... Whether by monetary means, religious or criminal...
"Well…" One of the Councillors -one in a lightly armoured suit rather than armour- leans on his balcony. "That was disappointing. Very disappointing. But he answered your complaints. I will check the protocols at the youth-training centres in my city and ask for more information on his trading-."
"He just failed to demonstrate the ability to carry out a task that all Weaponers must perform in order to even be Weaponers!"
Boy, this guy really can't read the room, can he? This is not a time for bureaucracy...
"Oh, I'm sure we've all gotten a little rusty." The Councillor looks around at his fellows. Who mostly don't meet his eyes, but aren't exactly shouting out to denounce him. "I've barely done any work with qwa matter since I completed my apprenticeship."
"I see. I see. And the rest of you?"
And Kalmin's made a decision, I see. These fools have spent too much time ruling and not enough exercising their skills. Things are about to get
louder.
The silence is deafening. I smile inside my armour.
"That's… Not entirely unexpected. Robot."
Time for some regime change. Just as I predicted. We can but hope their replacements are more
useful.
"Standing by."
"Qwa bolt."
I step closer and hold it out. He takes it from me and bows his head for a moment. And I take a few paces back, because-.
Taking a moment to offer a prayer to the Anti-Monitor to guide his
pimp hand Bolt?
Kalmin flings the qwa bolt in the direction of the Councillor who dismissed him! The shield activates again but is blasted apart, the Councillor's personal shield lighting up for a moment as he staggers backwards! Kalmin's second bolt strikes him directly, vaporising him, his retinue and the entire compartment.
Not
subtle, is he?

Now, to see who decides to fight for or against him, and who tries to
run.
I leap into the gap, fists extended and crumbler fields expanded as far as they'll go! Dying to a qwa matter detonation once might be regarded as unfortunate and all that. The floor here is gone, but the energy shield protecting the next compartment is still whole. Metal and plasma shield both fail as my fists gouge chunks out of the divide, and I pull both fists downwards to create a section of wall I can knock down.
Qwa matter detonations start going off behind me, my rear cameras picking up Kalmin batting qwa bolts away from him with his hammer and returning them to their senders. Slashes finished I pull back my arms and boost, the compartment divide failing and the Thunderers within frantically grasping for their next bolts.
I see OL guessed exactly what Kalmin planned. No time wasted in getting stuck in.
Too slow. One takes a chunk of wall to the chest and is knocked back while the other gets a fist to the face. The Councillor… Gone. Legged it, maybe. Right, I'm out of the line of fire of most of the surviving Thunderers and there are two-.
The Thunderer I hit with the wall cuts his way free with a qwa blade. He's clearly injured but he's coherent and this armour isn't great at brawling. I reconfigure-.
Yes, the drawback of heavy protection. Unlike something
good like, say, Astartes armour, his suit is not built for
speed. Unfortunately, when the enemy are using weapons that make your armour less than effective, it's a
liability.
Weaponer Lysis steps around me and shoots him in the gap between his visor and gorget, killing him instantly.
"Robot."
Good to see Lysis standing by her former teacher. I'm betting we're looking at the possible new High Weaponer, once Kalmin's cleaned house.
She grabs a quiver and pulls out a qwa bolt, tests the weight and then throws it out of the balcony towards the other side of the room. It detonates inside a compartment that has already lost its shielding, killing the occupants.
"Assault."
"And... Hulk."
"Gruh?"
"...
Smash."
I fly upwards at full speed, fists over my head. I punch through the ceiling into the next compartment up, a soldier who'd been firing a gun over the balcony railing getting a fist through his legs and falling-
"Aagh!"
-screaming over the edge.
The
upside of that heavy armour? When moving, you're basically a missile. I suspect he could do a lot of damage just by cruising along at chest height, at least until the Thunderers catch on...
"Compliance."
The Weaponer draws a pistol so I project a kinetic barrier, causing his arm to bounce off apparently empty space as he tries to bring it to bear. He reflexively pulls the trigger as it hits, firing a black beam which by pure luck hits his other bodyguard and disintegrates his soft tissues. His armour-covered skeleton collapses to the floor as I charge the Weaponer down, slapping my two hands together through either side of his torso.
Oooh, fancy. Also, no subtlety needed here. If you're playing Kalmin's creation, you get to fight as Kalmin would have intended...
Ring, transmit.
"Kalmin, is there actually a plan here?"
Yes, that would be good to know. Are there any Councillors here who you might want to keep alive? Or is it going to be a total sweep?
Lysis flies up through the hole behind me and steps in front of me, making sure that my bulk is between her and the balcony. I can't see Kalmin and the arena looks pretty wrecked.
"Kill everyone here, then pursue Varnathon."
Total sweep it is. Looks like Qward is going to be a bit unstable 'til new Councilors get selected. Bonus.
I punch through into the compartment to my right and then step back. Lysis throws a qwa bolt through the gap, the wall warping as it detonates on the far side.
"Does that include Lysis?"
"No."
Good to know, might get a bit awkward if you have to kill her. She's such a nice girl.
"Good, because-"
I shoulder my way through the wrecked wall. Doesn't look like anyone was in here. I turn towards the balcony to try and see if there's anyone still around.
"-she's with me and that would be awkward."
By now, anyone who's likely to run has already fled. The rest were probably those itching to have a go at Kalmin...
The room looks like a series of bombs have hit it. I can see corpses and body parts, but as Kalmin walks out of the smoke and vapour from one of the upper balconies I can't see any living targets.
"Now for Varnathon."
Nice phrasing. Qwa-bolts basically
are bombs, if the thrower wants them to be. And I see Kalmin had no real trouble. As if any of these
bureaucrats would have been a challenge...