“Speak for yourself. I don’t know how to handle all this extra mass.”
Maximus said, not yet accustomed to his new strength. He idly stepped around the hanger, accidentally leaving massive indentations in the floor.
“Yeah. Even so this isn’t going to last long. I don’t even think this thing has any weapons!”
In Maximus’ anger, the two jets on his back swung up over his shoulders, and from them roared two great jets of flame. The fire raged for a few seconds, before stopping, and the engines returned to his back.
“Okay. So maybe it isn’t all bad.”
Maximus admitted.
“Alright. That makes sense. With the added strength and these flame jets, at least I won’t be defenseless. But still, I don’t want to stay like this for long.”