As Viktor turned away from Pantheon, not caring what the warrior did from thereon, he turned his attention to his first client and slowly approached with his hands held behind his back. He seemed to carry himself forward with a smooth grace not expected of a machine, but then he was one of the more deceptive champions of the League - a powerhouse if what you wanted was death and a schemer if you prefer that he keep your enemies at bay.
And his genius was attested to by the contents of what laid at each of the four corners of his laboratory. What appeared to be clear glass boxes - or perhaps singular storage facilities - held within many devices and projects that the Machine Herald had either abandoned development of or discontinued progress on - such items as gauntlets with dark veins which seemed like they could illuminate, a visor that took the form of a single band (one size fits all) with a thin peripheral line along its center, and even his prototype multiple-jointed shoulder-mounted arm.
"So......You wish for two simple modifications; firstly you desire equipment empowered by the circulatory system, and secondly you want to regain the use of your legs - or as close to such as possible. I assure you that you have come to the correct place, as I can indeed grant you these enhancements. The procedure will be painful, however the results may prove to be worth the brief agony you will experience. Additionally, I can assure you of a 0.1% chance of successful surgery....If you still wish to undergo this operation, then approach the table."
He then beckoned towards the surgical table opposite the scanner with his right hand, standing motionless to let Summoner Pack past.