"Rocket-powered," Brigitte confirms, with satisfaction. It's a good, distracting subject that helps while the minutes away. "It's so heavy that the rockets help with building momentum to swing it. And for especially big attacks, they can kick into high gear for a really, really, really powerful attack. You don't want to see someone after they get hit with one of those."

Flattened. Crushed. Maybe like being run over by a truck.

"And then the armour had the capability for rocket-powered charges, too, but maybe that's more like what you are used to?"

From what she'd heard about his powered assault armour -- and she'd grilled him quite a bit about it, describing as much of it as he could remember although he was no engineer -- they were so, so similar to what she'd worked with, though Reinhardt's suit had been old, out-of-date, falling apart if it hadn't been for her upkeep. What she wouldn't give to be able to tinker with an actual honest-to-god Mjolnir from Maine and Wash's world.