Fighting Gin would have been easier, I reflected. He only had one ‘lance’ to work with. He only had one blade that could extend as far and as fast as he wanted while retracting just as quickly. Lust had ten such lances to work with, each with similar penetration and cutting power. Though when one of those lances struck the fur of my body, it was very suddenly stopped… My fur and feathers, they were made from the solidified energy that I had absorbed.

And their mass, their durability, was such that Lust wouldn’t have much of an easy chance of penetrating my skin unless she came at me with a perfect, piercing shot. Slashes and glancing strikes wouldn’t be enough.