[After a few seconds, the portion of Balin's boot that had been damaged by the severe heat and clawing of that magma slowly starts to repair itself.]
[Ladies and gentlemen, the merits of Mech Armor.]
[Meanwhile, Balin's staring incredulously. Magma doesn't scrape on armor like that. That thing scraping him was solid, and it looked like a—bird's talon ...]
[Balin watches the pile of ashes moving toward him and enveloping the talon where it lay. Though he feels he's far away enough that he can at least get a good look without being attacked by that talon hiding in the pile of ash.]
[Enough time for him to gawk at what Mayfield has done to the hell raven upon her revival ... if one can call this revival.]
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[Ladies and gentlemen, the merits of Mech Armor.]
[Meanwhile, Balin's staring incredulously. Magma doesn't scrape on armor like that. That thing scraping him was solid, and it looked like a—bird's talon ...]
[Balin watches the pile of ashes moving toward him and enveloping the talon where it lay. Though he feels he's far away enough that he can at least get a good look without being attacked by that talon hiding in the pile of ash.]
[Enough time for him to gawk at what Mayfield has done to the hell raven upon her revival ... if one can call this revival.]