"Those don't look like exo-armor curse gadgets," Ace said, eyeing what appeared to be armored platinum mannequins. Thanks to the high confidentiality level of this location, they could operate with some freedom, without the immediate fear of being discovered.
"Master, those are robot-type curse gadgets created using puppetry curse arts," Dame Wasp explained, taking a brief break from supervising the Speclimes as they devoured various curse gadgets from the armory. In another universe, these creatures would have been her most feared predators—but now, they were her juniors. She was making sure the Speclimes didn't get full, consuming only one type of curse gadget and had sampled every worthy gadget the armory had to offer.
Yes, they were robbing the armory blind, but this was just a pit stop to gear up for their upcoming mission. As their senior, Dame Wasp did not lose sight of the objective—she kept everyone focused and sharp.
