Shots were fired, the accuracy well for a moving target in midair. One bullet slid past its shoulder, two more thunked into the Standard's side, knocking it down to slam against the floor. It moaned humanly, rolling as it attempted to regain its footing.

Of the other, its arm was blocked nicely and it hissed in distaste, turning it into a keening screech into Nigredo's face. The other arm raised to bring the blade down into Nigredo's shoulder, to main the one of blood, to bring it down to tear it apart.

The other gained its footing, and stumbing, one arm hanging at an angle and side leaking blood, moved forward, slower then before, to attempt to stab into Nigredo's back.