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Hexer facepalms from the relative safety of his shield. The shield-projecting rings fell on his shoulders and now calmly hover like a very large collar, indicating that the shield must recharge before another deployment. Thankfully, they can recharge with a shield already active. Unthankfully, a good shot at them will break all, if not most of the rings and disable the shield as they can't cover themselves.
U66 moves to Praxis and inspects him, pulling out a jar of very suspicious-looking nanobots sprawling in a sphere of fractals. The jar has a label in Offworld Traditional. It's a miracle their language survived 6 million years.
"Unit, don't do that just yet. Yes, we're officially supporting the Fractality sect, but no sane person would ever think that we actually are supporting them! The damage to the CPU will be irreversible, and so use that in lethal or threatening cases, zaprear!"
"I'm sorry, Leader."
Unit puts back this jar.
Hexer assesses Praxis and finds out that he is mostly fine.
