The Servbot's worries were mostly unfounded. Whether it was the shock of the drill or the shock of the diminutive girl having the drill, the Darknut failed to follow through with its swing. Which was fortunate, because it would probably have crushed her on impact. As was evidenced two seconds later. Arm screeching and trailing sparks, the Darknut lifted the staff (with Tron attached) overhead and ''swung''. Before she knew it, she would find herself travelling towards the ground at a bone-shattering speed.

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'''Noel and.... her Bazooka, I guess'''

Shieldless and swordless, the Darknut could only take the missile head-on. The explosion was deafening. Bits of twisted metal flew everywhere. The detonation itself was incredibly clean - it seemed even dust had to clear Omega to exist here.

The smoke cleared. The knight nursed its dead arm, rapier in hand. Owain was right - the Darknuts did have armor under their armor. Light chainmail, with ornamental dress - the change was