"Well considering I had to fight my way past about 300 men to get here you would think that one would keep his weapon unsheathed under such circumstances." said Epsilon. 300 Warrior Humans had died trying to keep him from escaping. He would likely kill more of the fools before this was over with and using his essence he formed a crystal sheath at his waist which he promptly put his blade into. Snapping his fingers the generator fell to pieces and his nanites flew back into him. "Name is Epsilon. " Forming the nearby pieces of scrap metal and ruined technology into a hovercraft with the aid of his nanites he took control of it with his mind and had it fly over to him and land.
