Panzer Paladin Direct

"Do it."

Silence. Then: "...I am still here. Barely. Power reserves: 0.3%. Enough for one thought every few minutes." Panzer Paladin

The warlock-engineer stood at the rear of the Phalanx, surrounded by a rotating shield of hexed plates. He wasn’t fighting. He was observing . Recording. Ariane realized with cold horror that this wasn’t a battle—it was a field test. He was learning how the Paladin fought. "Do it

"Save your strength."

Flint’s voice cut through her grief. "Incoming. North ridge. Two heavies, plasma-carapace." Panzer Paladin

She threw Malachar into the burning wreckage of his own command platform and turned the Panzer Paladin toward the rising sun. The suit’s joints seized. Its visor flickered. Step by grinding step, it walked until it could walk no more.