“Enishi!” Maken was giving him a very deadly stare. “Don't shout. You'll wake the neighbors. You want me to come down? You don't understand. You're in no position to give me orders. You looking up, me, looking down. That's where we stand,” Enishi thinking, “You, who killed my sister; I, whose sister was killed,” aloud, “I am in a position to bring down judgment upon you for the sins you committed as a shadow assassin! I'm the one in control. Before you rail against the heavens, you should look to the opponent before your eyes. When there's no one left there to stand against you, then I'll come down.”

“You remember that! A man doesn't go back on his word!” Swipe shook his fist at Enishi. “There's no need to mouth clichés. I said I'll come down, and I'll come down,” Enishi thinking, “I'll deliver my earthly justice myself and no one will keep it from me!” Swipe smiled and turned to Makenzie, “Hear that? We each got to bring one down! The cross-dresser's yours!” “Right!” “You little bitch,” Hans narrowed his eyes. Ox behind Maken spoke, “Are you finished talking?” Maken turns as Ox continued, “A twist-cut. The twisting amplified the destructive power. It seems we both use our heads in a fight. I didn't expect you to think. We have something in common.” The robot’s remaining arm twists around and around from the shoulder. “The Free Detachability Mechanism is the mainstay of defense! The Free Joints Mechanism is the mainstay of attack!”

The twisted arm whips around as it stabs Maken in the chest, driving him back against the ground. As he pulls himself up, he coughs up blood. He's vomiting blood. No, he must have internal injuries!” Megan being a doctor herself seeing the signs of injury on Maken. “A grave injury, with a single attack, you cut off my right arm, but I didn't feel a thing. I move only my fingers, with but the slightest exertion. Minimum effort with maximum effect when pressing the switches, I am most sure and secure that this is true functional beauty! Are we still playing with toys?” Ox smirked.

Rotating at the ankles, the robot flips around in a few short steps from before Maken to behind him. “I am not a generous man,” Ox strikes again with the same twisting-arm attack, “Sorry, Enishi. I lost my head for once and killed him.” “There's no need to apologize. I expected to be the one to bring earthly justice,” Enishi nodded. Vivi was tearing up, “Hey! What are you crying for? Look! Take a good look at Maken.” Megan pulled her up.

Maken had stabbed the severed arm with his sword and held it up as a shield to block Ox’s attack. “The robot’s right arm, Ox thinking, “He used the shock absorption mechanism as a shield!?” Maken was in a kneeling position and showed determination on his face and he spoke, “You are playing with toys. Whatever mechanisms you make, as long as you don't know pain or the taste of blood, all you're doing is playing.”