Pleasure doing business with you.

*walks over to the biomancer, walks a few circles around it. stops. shakes his head.*

You know that these powers are ancient. As in so ancient Tzeentch may have even forgotten about them. The most basic and elemental form of magicks.

*taps on his Brass Collar*

I don't even need this thing to protect myself from you. Hell. If I stood on top of a mortal while you would hit me with that, the mortal would actually be in more pain than me.

*tap on the biomancer's chest*

That still means that there is the matter of a bras sofa needing to be paid by you

(((got to catch a train)))

*Meanwhile in a lab far, far away...*

FOR SCIENCE! *Empties the keg and attempts to disassemble it*

What is this thing even made out of?

*The keg disappears*

Dat right there is some grade-A bullshit. And very heretical.

I have... Special technology on my kegs.

I would very much like to learn about it.

You won't.

I will soon enough.

*Activates a device strapped to my leg*

*Waits.*