"Well, least in my world once heavy crossbows and guns came about, armor fell out of use," he explained as he watches him move, adjusting his hold on the piece so it doesn't move too much. "So when armies started to have mechanical units they are..." He pauses, what's word again. "More like carriages."

He had expected a tool, but when the magenta lines formed, looking as if he's drawing a blueprint, before it solidifies. It's not the first time Harlock has experienced magic in this world, but there's something about this that strikes him as the translucent teeth bite in.