Percival found it somewhat indescribable to express his current feelings. He had thought Roger had cornered them, but the pre-designs of the Anons took effect at this moment, and a living Anon joined the battle, yet he was alone, his silhouette so fragile.
The explosion of the Anti-Meme had ended, a force powerful enough to destroy swathes of Demons. Its effect on Roger was merely to slow his steps slightly, as the Anon retreated toward the command room while continuously firing.
A string of gunshots echoed, finally causing Roger to feel a pang of pain. Looking down, he saw cracks on his Armor that had appeared unknown to him, probably due to the previous Anti-Meme combined with gunfire. Concentrating on this point, they finally left marks on the sturdy armor, and with the fall of a few more bullets, the Armor completely shattered, injuring his flesh.
Just scratches, no... not even scratches.
