A spider drone watched Delaz enter from above the door as Censor simply continued to work, thinking for a moment about the question posed to him. [A valid question Delaz. The game is still afoot, while Carmine could have been a very powerful piece there is another more important to victory... myself. I am fairly certain that you would have killed me had I persisted, I am also not fitted for combat.]
He looked up from the lower leg he was working on, his hood discarded for now and the bleached surface of his skull gleaming in the low light as his red eye sensors scanned over Delaz. [I would as soon ask you why you spared me, as I am obviously not through with my plans.] Censor planted the leg from the bench on the floor, its cross shaped pad providing a stable base, then planted his currently truncated thigh on the leg and waited a few seconds for the joint to.assemble itself. [Were you going somewhere?] He asked, pulling his hood over his skull and then retracting the arms he had used to do it.
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