Grey didn't even wait for the Dormaji to land. His butterfly wings might have vanished, but he was still a crimson laser cutting through the skies, his skin reddening beneath the strain of his pumping blood.
He soared forward.
BOOM.
He collided with the Dormaji in the air, his blades piercing right through its palms, his head slamming against its own. Blood leaked down the contours of his nose, his Helm Frame taking a beating as though it might shatter any moment.
But Grey didn't seem to notice, or maybe he simply didn't care.
He wasn't dying this time. He swore that to himself.
"Not this time you piece of shit."
They spiralled around one another, falling through the skies with a naked abandon for their own lives. The Dormaji still hadn't recovered its intelligence. Suddenly running into an enemy, it didn't seem to have the safety valves to do so.
