"Is it so strange?" Donnie wonders himself as he finds a better space to brace himself while he works. "The army itself is composed of capable fighters. Having the same sort of mobility and a more superior defense, plus the added ability of more heavy-duty weaponry just seems ideal. A step between soldiers and fully-equipped airships."
With Harlock helping with the light, Donnie tucks his smaller one away, slipping the cylinder back into his belt. He doesn't really have any useful tools for a job like this, but that's where he can improvise. Holding out a hand, he literally works his magic, lines of bright magenta tracing out the inner parts of a motorized handsaw, working its way out until he grasps the finished piece. It's semi-translucent, outlines of solid energy, but when the turtlekin applies it to the wood and turns it on, the saw teeth bite easily into the wood as a physical blade would.
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Date: 2024-11-08 01:26 am (UTC)With Harlock helping with the light, Donnie tucks his smaller one away, slipping the cylinder back into his belt. He doesn't really have any useful tools for a job like this, but that's where he can improvise. Holding out a hand, he literally works his magic, lines of bright magenta tracing out the inner parts of a motorized handsaw, working its way out until he grasps the finished piece. It's semi-translucent, outlines of solid energy, but when the turtlekin applies it to the wood and turns it on, the saw teeth bite easily into the wood as a physical blade would.