A glyph’s armors and weapons could not be matched. Having a mind of their own, they served the glyph intimately and acted on her behalf, both with and without her own will being enforced.

A glyph truly was a wonder and not someone you ever wanted to face in battle. So the darts chose instead to face the ninja.

The Red Ninja guarding Revel turned, scanning the crowd. He was cold, all business.

Revel waved to the eager crowd, everyone smiling and pressing in closer to get a view of the candidate or perhaps even a pressing of the palm.