With all his upgrades complete, the sun had set, and the moon had risen before he knew it. Cyanide stood up from the grass he had been resting on and turned to Ragnar a few meters away, opening his mouth to speak, but then closed it again.
Partly because he wanted to see if Ragnar had the basic intelligence to recognize that it was night, but mostly because of his utterly ridiculous getup.
Ragnar's old stone armor was nothing like this. Now, his armor was made of some tough material made of snake scales, and layered with thick anaconda hide to keep himself warm while being able to release heat at the same time so he wouldn't feel hot.
It was a nice balance of protection and comfort for sure, but… they hardly were up to Cyanide's standards of 'fashion'.
After a few seconds, the other man noticed Cyanide's gaze, and stood up as well with a smirk on his face.