Crom launches from Zeb's shoulder with a flurry of mechanical whirring and clicking. The corporeal embodiment of precision, he soars toward the Corpo Manager, his talons extended for a non-lethal strike. The manager, caught off guard by the sudden assault of steel and circuitry, flails in an attempt to ward off the avian assailant. Crom's attack is swift, a calculated swipe aimed at disarming the manager by knocking the clipboard from his grip.

taken in #corpo-security-hut - Crom