Seraph Fighter
Fall Seven Times, Stand Up Eight
Shadowstrike spat on the ground in disgust. "The nerve of him!" She growled in frustration, rubbing her faceplate where he had touched her. "He may technically be my brother, but in my opinion I don't have a brother. He's nothing to me." She lowered her servo, exhaling to calm herself down before looking down at the creature. "What are we going to do with you?" She asked no one in particular