Morridow: We meet again, Commander.
With her arrival, black and white shadows poured out of every corridor.
An uncountable tide of Nytos flood in from all directions.
The air grew heavy, suffocating with despair.
The Commander's team was too small to face such overwhelming numbers.
Morridow: Isn’t this a bit too few? What’s wrong, did the mighty Griffin finally disband?
The Commander’s expression didn’t change.
His eyes didn’t even rest on Morridow; instead, they pierced straight past her, toward the deeper passage behind her, where William is.
Morridow: …
She prided herself on understanding this man, this “hero” the world once called the Griffin Commander. Brave, composed, kind… He has all the virtues she once saw in Ange. But now, what she saw was something entirely different. An unfamiliar, chilling gaze, steeped in raw, unmasked hatred and the will to kill.
Commander: …Are you done talking?
The Commander's voice was calm, almost quiet, yet it made the seasoned Morridow’s heart tremble.
Commander: Move.
At his word, AK-15 shot forward like a cannon shell, her fist crashing down with the weight of a battering ram.
Morridow: Tch!
Morridow blocked the blow with her spider claws, barely absorbing the impact.
AK-15 spun, pivoting mid-strike, and her leg whipped across Morridow’s torso.
The Nyto’s guard faltered; the kick hurled her across the lab floor.
AK-15 glanced back at the Commander, waiting for his command.
Commander: Finish her.
AK-15: Mm.
Candy got rekt