Grey's eyes narrowed and he let Amunet go. He didn't even bother to pick up the bike this time. He could take it into his inventory if he stole Amunet's space for it, but he would have to kill her to do that and as much as he hated her, he couldn't seem to bring himself to do that much yet.
Was it because she always put on that whiny crybaby face? Maybe.
Was it because she was hot? Also maybe. Pretty privilege was real, and luckily for Grey, there was nothing pretty about that alien fuck.
BOOM.
Grey shot out in a blaze, the magnetic fields around him whirring with life and sending him rocketing through the air like he had been shot from a railgun.
"—so fragile. Now, who can tell me where—?"
Grey appeared in the skies before the Syrn.
"How about I tell you where my spear is instead, cunt?"
