Marianne’s one eye of scarlet twitched dangerously at Faira’s words, a sight to behold in on itself. A harsh purple glow emanated form the girl’s hands until something new formed. They looked like a pair of clawed gauntlets, the claws made out of miniature scythes. Each claw crackled with a dark current of power.

The dark dressed girl stood in front of the human with barely a heartbeat registered. She set her mismatched gaze on Faira, eyeing her like up much like a hungry predator. One eye purple, the other red. They peered into the girl’s soul mercilessly and curiously.

“Hmm, perhaps you’re right. Maybe I should help you,” Marianne mused, reaching over and resting a claw on the human’s throat, watching her reaction carefully. “But don’t ever talk down to me again, alright Faira dear?”

The girl gave off a light smile, as if nothing had just transpired, before turning away. Scarlet watched this all, a chill going down her spine. As a vampire, she could attest to how cold this Marianne person made her feel. Gripping her knives, she ignored the sensation that girl gave her and leapt into the battle to give Conna'Cel some support.

The puppet-like creature leapt and bent its body backward, seeming to move around the robot’s gunfire like plastic. It did this for some while before a ray of bullets made contact with its abdomen, creating several smoking holes. Knives were followed next, as Conna'Cel’s prediction proved to be correct, giving Scarlet enough time to react.

The creature shrugged off the projectiles, leaping into the air and spinning its arms in a deadly arc at rapid speeds. It was emulating a buzz saw now and Scarlet leapt away before tossing another line of knives.