Panzer | Paladin

She didn't hesitate. The Paladin’s gauntlet shot out, its fingers closing around a fallen demonic greatsword still humming with residual heat. The weapon data flooded the cockpit— Rending Edge, class-C, durability 38% —and Flint absorbed it like a starving wolf.

Malachar laughed—a wet, mechanical sound. "You’ll delete yourself, pilot. That core is gone. You have less than a minute." Panzer Paladin

She hurled the dissolving greatsword into a third demon, pinning it to a rock face. The blade shattered into luminous fragments. Without pausing, the Paladin stomped forward and wrenched a war-pike from a fresh corpse. "Gloom Lance, class-B. Leech property. Interesting." She didn't hesitate