The rumbling catches, an irregular oscillation... that sounds almost amused. Both weapons press together as Rinzler rises (crouch to hunch) and when his right hand drops, it's empty: only a single merged disk filling the left. He angles his helmet, considering the user's query. Long periods of idling aside...

...Rinzler has been fighting since he was created.

"Thousand cycles."

Least helpful answer? Least helpful answer. Not to mention, not entirely true. Tron might have been slightly more direct in his approach, but he had still been a skilled combatant. Rinzler shrugs, relenting a little.

"Written for combat."