“Now that we’re all reunited…” Sam and the Unicorn held out their swords in unison. Dante awkwardly shoved his spatula forward as well. “Let’s dance!”

Sam and the machine moved in perfect concert. Two blades, one of steel and one of plasma, carved perfect arcs through the air and into Armstrong’s body. Nanomachines be damned— tonight, they were drawing blood.

- Ragnarust Round 5