Many years ago.
Borshu and his master were huddled in a pile of garbage.
The master's Prosthetic Eye lit up again, indicating that he had activated active detection.
Nervously, Borshu asked, "How is it?"
The master shook his head, "The Mobile Cavalry is only two blocks away from here. There's also a war chariot team blocking the road ahead. RX Pegasus is damn Metal-based Lightweight Prosthetic, without any effective means of Armor-Breaking."
Borshu sighed, "I understand. Let's both rush out, one on each side. Life and death are in the hands of fate."
The master reached out and tapped Borshu on the head, "Heh, what's the use of you rushing out? You're equipped with non-lethal weapons. I'll go first, you follow."
Borshu sighed again.
—Someone has to die...
"Don't think too much. Actually, bringing you along for the assassination was really my oversight."
Borshu felt somewhat disheartened.
