Afternoon.
Just as Jack Clark had fed the Heavy Armored Beast to its full satisfaction, Justin Welan came bustling back, bursting through the door and shouting, "Jack, quick, look how cool I look."
On the balcony, Jack Clark slowly opened his eyes.
"What's cool... you actually went ahead and got yourself some wings."
There stood Justin Welan in his freshly cleaned black-red armor, with a pair of black folding metal wings attached to his back, covering half his body and looking extremely imposing.
But... did it really need to be so flashy? Jack Clark was somewhat bewildered; he had thought these guys were just talking big.
Justin Welan came over proudly and even turned around in front of Jack, "Hehe... isn't it very dominant?"
Jack Clark was speechless, "Dominant yes, but those wings must weigh at least twenty to thirty kilograms, right? Add that to the weight of your battle armor, don't you think it'll feel very heavy when you run?"