*Zeta shakes her head and tries propping herself up. She's generally unscratched by the clones spear, though her skin and armour is blackened by the electricity, although she would be dead if her spear didn't siphon the electricity from Zeta by jabbing itself into her palm, though where it's storing it is unknown.*
Zeta: Is everywhere a place? I'm joking. Just need some rest, and I'll be right in a jiffy. You hurt?

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*Vaseraga doesn't notice John and Sasha being uncomfortable, cause he is seemingly swinging his scythe recklessly, but he's actuslly calculating every swing with an extremely experienced eye. To the normal eye however, he looks like he's in a berserker rage with him not feeling a thing, including the ice, which doesn't frost him as much as it should, demonic or otherwise.*