"That was interesting." Y remarked from his perch on the ceiling. He crouched upside down, his feet sticking him to the ceiling. He turned to an unremarkable shadow lingering in the corner of the destroyed room. "How about a temporary alliance?"
"An alliance?" The shadows peeled away to reveal Malachi who was also crouching. "No. I don't trust you."
"I don't think you have any other choice. After all, we'll be fighting the same opponent." As one, they turned to look at Ezra.
Y jumped down and, with a flash, familiar red chains appeared in his hands, already hurtling towards Ezra.
Clang!
Ezra's clawed hand batted away the chain effortlessly. "Oh? What do we have here? A snack."
Malachi walked out of the shadows with a sigh. "The monster is weakened after centuries without vitality. This is not an alliance, Y, but we do have a chance together."
