The Metal Spirit had a defeated expression on her face. The long-eared creature was extremely powerful, sly... and dangerous.
"Cough cough, I'll talk, but you'll have to swear not do anything to me!" The Metal Spirit spat with with a frightened expression as she weakly lowered her head, where face flushed with shame.
"That's all? Ok, now spit it out!" Luke said with a threatening gaze as he swung Dark Sabre around with a look of indifference, "Hmm, this sword's getting a little rusty. Doesn't a Metal Spirit's dimensional core have the ability to increase a weapon's durability, and I heard when grilled, their skin is absolutely delicious!"
O-Overkill!
The Metal Spirit nearly fainted as her eyes grew dim, this- this- this...
"Skin... Delicious... Core... Increasing weapon... Durability..." Incoherent words began to come out from the Metal Spirit's mouth as she stared at Luke with dread and fear.
