[BONUS]
Come to think of it. Lucy was acting weird. Blood was constantly dripping between two blades that served as its mouth. Its eyes were rolling and rolling, never stopping like it was on edge or something.
< It must be attuning to you, Host>
Attuning? I thought while parrying blows with the Goblins.
Oh really?
Is that true, Lucy?
A powerful blow burst forth from Lucy, propelling dozens of Goblins away. Some fell on the mote, and some came crushing in town.
Are you going to evolve? I asked Lucy.
