The Immovable's jaw clenched as she stared at Grey, the darkness in her eyes deepening by the second.
"You should not possess this level of strength," she said. "What heretical methods did you use?"
Grey had blood caked across most of his face, some of it his own and plenty of it belonging to other people, but that didn't stop him from sticking a pinky into his ear and twisting it around. When he pulled it free, a small flake of dried blood had stuck to the tip, and he blew it away before finally looking back toward her.
"If you can believe it, I'm actually pretty weakened right now," Grey said. "You fucks are just even weaker."
He shifted The Virtueless in his hand and pointed the bronze rod directly toward The Immovable's head, his grin fading into something colder. "I'll give you a chance. I'm responsible for sending The Relentless away on his little trip, so what exactly are you going to do about it?"
