"What negotiations?" Is the first thing out of Viktor's mouth, unable to bite back a hint of alarm. Negotiations with a weapon built from their technology, and he knew the potential to well to pretend even the most primitive weapon wouldn't be something close to a full scale weapon of war.

More so he's intimately aware with the ingenuity that comes from growing up in the undercity, the skillset one learned from scraps and little in the way of rules and limits. That the council was so easily persuaded a trencher couldn't crack their precious hextech one of the creators was exactly that-

Well, that's for another time. He has much larger things to worry about.