[ Internally, Lan Xichen hears the familiar voice and wonders where his friend is. He sounds close. He must be right there, but for some reason his thoughts won't focus more than that and Lan Xichen finds himself being carted along in his own body, bearing down on Daniel and raising the blade that should just be a flimsy plastic prop. It feels heavier to him than before, or his arms aren't working the way they should. The new pilot is inexperienced, groaning as it lifts the weapon to take a swing at Daniel. It doesn't have Xichen's grace or precision and relies purely on brute strength. ]
You're all intruders. Trying to take my home. Contaminating it. I won't let you get away with that!
[ It swings again, dragging the great knife with lumbering effort as it tries to catch Daniel with the edge. ]
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You're all intruders. Trying to take my home. Contaminating it. I won't let you get away with that!
[ It swings again, dragging the great knife with lumbering effort as it tries to catch Daniel with the edge. ]