That's so valid. I gotchu.

shifting to its blue coloration, electricity quickly replaced by sheer, bitter cold.

In an attempt to mimic her brother's close quarters combat, she generates an icicle at the end of her staff, making it appear like a crude scythe, swinging it swiftly at the younger Reploid...

The last time she had this much trouble with a singular opponent was that human girl with Models Z and X. But that was neither here nor there...

There was no Prometheus around to help her, and no other Biometals for Grey to lean on, either.

So she'd opt for the more aggressive approach, armor

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“Elegy in Plasma!”

Upon incanting the phrase, the two sides of her helmet shoot off, one sparking with electricity, the other leaving particles of ice and snow in its wake.

Pandora, meanwhile, points her staff directly at the younger Reploid, sending out a volley of plasma projectiles.

away, with the Model W fragment given to the duo following soon after.

jamcat
We're gonna jump you if you don't sleep. We'll tie you up in a sleeping bag, throw you on a bed covered in plushies and pillows, the works.

You'll be counting sheep in no time.