Charles listen to the reveal. He had seen plenty of weird Noble Arms, but a sentient autonomous one had always been the realm of fantasy. Now it was revealed there wasn’t one, but two. Wild. 
Interesting. 
Charles hadn’t fought a sentient Noble Arm before. Most of the anti-Arms training he received was about breaking the human wielding the Noble Arm. After all, a magic weapon was strong, but a human, a human is weak. Humanity had exploitable weaknesses. Now they pitted against an enemy that wasn’t human at all. Truely a unique challenge. 
It didn’t help that this False Turing was fanatical enough to be fine with ending itself to achieve its goals. Fanatics were dangerous. 
At least their boss was fighting for their own survival. That meant they would pay well. It meant they would provide good support because to them, failure isn’t an option. 
“Hang on.” 
Charles started. 
“If you are a Noble Arm, that can grow a Noble Arm, and eat Noble Arms to gain their powers…” 
He paused he went over the math in his head. 
“What is stoping you from growing a noble arm. Eating that Noble Arm to free up the spot so you can grow another one. Rinse and repeat.” 

“Infinite Noble Arm. So why do you need our help?”