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Low Temperature Resistant Communication Equipment

Lvl: 40
Trust: 100 (10,070 Points)
Availability: na
Equip Trait
Blocks 2 enemies; Gains +8% ATK and DEF while blocking enemies
Equip Attribute Bonuses
Stat Value
max_hp 170
def 27
Talent Information
Info
Gains +21% DEF when blocking two or more enemies
Info
Gains +24% (+3%) DEF when blocking two or more enemies
Unlock Information
Materials
x1
x15
x5
x25000
Missions
Complete a total of 5 battles; You must include your own Courier, and Courier must be the first Operator deployed
Clear Main Theme S2-2 with a 3-star rating; You must deploy your own Courier, and only Ranged Operators are allowed for the remaining members

Operator

Module Description

Weiss brushes the snow off his body, and enters.
If it weren't for the bandages and bruises, you would never suspect from his unrelenting faint smile that he'd just gone through bitter hell.
It was an attempt on Enciodes's life. Comms were cut off before Weiss could state the precise location, leaving Enciodes's guards no choice but to provisionally surround him. Shields and blades firm in hand, they noted, out of the corners of their eyes, the Caprinae woman standing by their master's side.
They were all sure that with this Caprinae bodyguard by his side, no attempt would ever succeed. They just needed to coordinate with each other and settle this chaos while keeping casualties to a minimum. Not to mention, Weiss managed to get the most critical part of the message out, so now all they had to do was wait patiently for the enemy to serve themselves up.
But they didn't get to await the enemy.
In fact, when they caught sight of the traps on the mountain that had taken down a dozen or so of said enemy, the guards, shields and blades and all, were momentarily shocked—just a few branches hidden in the snow, plus flint blades fashioned out of rocks struck together, formed traps no one would ever notice and yet which sunk circle after circle of blood into the white snow, a faintly sanguine pink even leeching into the tundra some meters out.
And strewn all along the tundra were the enemy's now frozen severed limbs, as well as blood and pulped flesh hacked free from Weiss himself, forming mound upon mound in the snowfall. Sunk into the dismembered parts were wounds fierce, firm, and even visibly wrathful, while the cuts on Weiss that bared bone made every guard wince.
Itra do not reign supreme in sturdiness, and though Weiss's abilities excel, he is only human. Only a single member of Enciodes's guards, one who spends a considerable amount of time merely couriering Kjerag's letters to boot. People are fond of the faint scent on the letters he handles, and of his cheery face, and they admire his loyalty to Enciodes.
But no one would've imagined he had this side to him too.
Why? Nobody had asked Weiss to go so far. Being all on his own, simply passing on the word would've sufficed. He could've found somewhere to hide, and mustered enough defense to cope with this spate of traitors.
Enciodes looks over Weiss, but makes no move to ask him anything. Weiss sorts out the letters and documents on the table and deferentially excuses himself. Before the door closes, Enciodes hears a cut-off remark vanish into the wind: '...live up to duty.'