[to be fair, he is not programmed to expect sudden yaoi hand activation so this does catch him off guard
the giant, powerful hand smacks directly into his chest with a satisfying (to everyone else) wham, putting a small, fresh dent in his chestplate—and now it's his turn to fly across the room, right over the yawning chasm leading into darkness
he crashes hard into the wall, and for a moment it looks like all 160 kilos of steel are going to tumble straight down and leave shi qingxuan to bleed out on the only remaining patch of floor
but his torso twists, and sharp, exceedingly strong steel fingers that feel no pain dig into the wall sending a shower of sparks cascading and filling the room with a horrific metallic scraping sound. he slows enough for his feet to find purchase and springs off the wall and back up towards the platform, coming to a landing directly on top of shi qingxuan's still form
he picks her up with both hands wrapped around her head]
Query: Are you still alive? Even though I have been prolonging things for my own enjoyment, I must say that your endurance is very impressive for a meatbag. As is your relative lack of screams. Let us try to change that.
[and he begins to squeeze, vice-like hands compressing her skull with agonizing and deliberate slowness—his fingers dig into skin and rake down as it gives way under the pressure, causing blood to pour down onto the isolated platform
for the first time in a while, he looks at the timer: 0:12, 0:11, 0:10...]
Statement: It appears we are nearly out of time. Before you die, I would like you and the meatbags watching to know that your suffering, Shi Qingxuan, would not be possible had I not received permission to do so. As I told you, I do not harm indiscriminately, but only under command, as any weapon does.
[the squeezing continues, the blood flows out, and time is almost up]
Query: Do you have any last words? I will happily convey them. A service I do not usually provide.
no subject
the giant, powerful hand smacks directly into his chest with a satisfying (to everyone else) wham, putting a small, fresh dent in his chestplate—and now it's his turn to fly across the room, right over the yawning chasm leading into darkness
he crashes hard into the wall, and for a moment it looks like all 160 kilos of steel are going to tumble straight down and leave shi qingxuan to bleed out on the only remaining patch of floor
but his torso twists, and sharp, exceedingly strong steel fingers that feel no pain dig into the wall sending a shower of sparks cascading and filling the room with a horrific metallic scraping sound. he slows enough for his feet to find purchase and springs off the wall and back up towards the platform, coming to a landing directly on top of shi qingxuan's still form
he picks her up with both hands wrapped around her head]
Query: Are you still alive? Even though I have been prolonging things for my own enjoyment, I must say that your endurance is very impressive for a meatbag. As is your relative lack of screams. Let us try to change that.
[and he begins to squeeze, vice-like hands compressing her skull with agonizing and deliberate slowness—his fingers dig into skin and rake down as it gives way under the pressure, causing blood to pour down onto the isolated platform
for the first time in a while, he looks at the timer: 0:12, 0:11, 0:10...]
Statement: It appears we are nearly out of time. Before you die, I would like you and the meatbags watching to know that your suffering, Shi Qingxuan, would not be possible had I not received permission to do so. As I told you, I do not harm indiscriminately, but only under command, as any weapon does.
[the squeezing continues, the blood flows out, and time is almost up]
Query: Do you have any last words? I will happily convey them. A service I do not usually provide.