Just as Elior was preparing to leave, a glitch struck his soul and body again as he fell on his four limbs. Moreover, a couple of corpse flies just behind him. Though not the big ones, they were still deadly to him in his current state.
Elior was preparing to deal with them, getting control of his body when one of the corpses, flying just a yard behind him, blasted into incineration. The other one got the same treatment as his eyes drifted off towards the white slender figure holding the revolver.
Aanya was looking exactly at him, at his bloody mask and face. To his knowledge, she did not like this type of vigilante business, but she still blasted all the flies that came in his way, keeping an eye on him.
