Slice, slice, twirl-
Stab! One more head down.
Celeste dashed from the falling Undead before running to 991's left. "Feeling rusty?"
"Mere assumption."
A revolver was hoisted to the left.
Celeste ducked as the gun fired. Within 0.5 seconds, her keen pupil followed the bullet until it hit an Undead's eye.
"Sheesh! Watch it!"
991 squinted at her before tilting her head.
Stab. Spear almost grazed past her for another Undead's head.
"Same for you, Subject."
"...you're still calling me that?"
"You're a Subject worth learning."
In 991's limited vocabulary for importance, combined with her 'short' years in the Temple Lab, she has liked to call anyone with unpredictable traits a 'Subject', for further study and examination.
"Woah! Can I see that you're into me?!"
Stab.
"Treat this as you wish."
Bang.
