'Of course,'
*SHOOOOOF!*
Something pierced through the wall and moved like a meteor towards me.
*THUD!*
I caught it with a swift move.
"Huh? I don't remember these."
A pair of thorned brassknuckles, black with crimson thorns.
I felt a familliar energy inside them.
"Zara?!"
A memory flowed into my mind through the brassknuckles.
"Of all things to fight, a demonic dragon? *Sigh*."
"What are those?" Angel asked.
"Midnight City's signature:wasted talent." I got up to leave.
'I'll name them [Zara's Revenge]'
"You're leaving already? What if there's another explosion? Or i'm cold?" Angel grabbed my arm.
I put my palm on cheek.
"String that bind, words that summon, gather." A rune appeared on her forehead for a split second.
"When you call my name, i'll be there."
