Scrapes

Lucius howled in glee as he slammed another narcotic into his veins from his suit reserves. The Sicarians’ weapons were good, he gave them that. His armour was covered in incidental scrapes and gouges that would have easily sundered standard-issue power armour. Lucius’ attackers had no way to know that while he was many things, he was far from standard. The six faces pressing against his war-plate’s surfaces wailed, and the armour cracked and shifted as the scars shrank away to nothing.

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Lucius: Pride and Fall