The sun hadn't even crawled its lazy butt down the horizon yet and Grace was already drowning in her own sweat.
[I'm supposed to be immortal, right? This armor and this heat are gonna put that to the test.]
She stood at the edge of town with Seraph and Valkyrie, all three of them staring at Mount Ignata like it might suddenly sprout legs and walk away. Which honestly? Would be nice. Way easier than what they were actually about to do.
Behind them, Alia's voice rang out.
"GO GRACE GO! KILL THOSE DEMONS! SHOW THEM WHAT YOU'VE GOT!"
Grace turned around slowly. Very slowly.
Alia and Zephyr had somehow acquired pom-poms. Pink and blue streamers that sparkled.
"Where... where did you even find those?"
"Made them!" Alia did a little jump, her barely-there outfit leaving nothing to imagination. "From curtains!"
"MY CURTAINS!" The beef jerky innkeeper's head popped out of a window. "THOSE WERE ANTIQUES!"
