"I'm sorry," apologized Capodoto. "Believe me, this isn't personal."
With a loud and even more ominous whee-do-whee-do-whee-do, a piercing alarm began to blare.
"Whatever works for you, princess."
The marks from Herate's claws earlier had already healed, and Psyder didn't seem any more concerned with them this time.
Actually, it was @Ookla the Imperium! My pfp used to be an orange phoenix I stole from the internet, then I inverted the color, then Star drew a picture of it.