Loken is silent, but listens attentively to her long explanation of what are clearly abominable intelligences that he is allowed to smash into tiny pieces. His expression sharpens when the word General is said, but he nods and lets her continue. He steps into the sparring zone, taking up a one-handed preparatory stance for blade-work, resembling the two-handed plow guard which is the basic guard of most blade schools, but adapted for the shorter gladius-like practice weapon he has taken up.

He hasn't had a chance to fight since the Saturnine Gate, and while these strange mechanical creations are certainly no castellax robots, or even spindly blade-servitors, they will do to get his blood flowing, and his mind focused in a fighting state. He needs to do something other than brood, and some brief release of his own locked-down kill urge will probably allow him to plan an escape, or even a rebellion more effectively.

"I don't expect them to be walking after I am done with them."

He nods to Nora and says, "Send as many as you like. Maximum lethality."

Though he won't offer the same niceties to the robots, he does salute Nora with a blade flourish before returning to his combat stance, obviously somewhat happier now that he has something he can destroy without consequence.