The armor was good, immediately responding. Three strands shot out from the whole, one wide tongue covered Scotty’s leg and two longer arms lunged out to intercept the bullet. The first caught the small slug, deflecting it. These long strands weaved around each other, eventually returning to the main body which remained on alert, puffing out around the shoulders and head, readying its response to further hostile action.

Sprite was impressed. “What is that, Scotty? Did you actually steal glyph technologies for your personal body armor?”

Scotty spun around.

“The Sororal will not appreciate that,” Sprite said, shaking her head.