"Well... We paint our nails different colors, it's fun. Let me do yours." Grace smiled, attempting to remove her glove.
The shoulder cannons tore holes in the Lekgolo, causing it to shudder backward. The laser burned away those upon the neck, but as the Atramentar marched forward, more took their place. It maintained this slow pace because it felt the sickening need to feed off of the fear of itself.