Name?<br/><br/>This...<em>thing</em>had a name? Someone had cared enough to give it something to identify itself as for the rest of its existence? Now that was truly putrid. Whatever she was Seren was sure she had slithered into being in the same manner oil slicked over water, intrusive, unwanted, cold, and hard as hell to get rid of. That thought only left him for the more puzzling one of her mentioning they knew each other enough for them to be on a first name basis, if she even had a surname like any human. Surely not.<br/><br/>His arm gave all it had in force for what he hoped was a crippling, if not blinding, blow, but the metal sunk into nothing, wisps carelessly curling as though she were smoke and with the momentum he found himself almost crushed against her, feet awkwardly fumbling in the old sneakers to gain enough traction to scoot back. Despite her apparition-esque trick he picked up a scent off her person, finding it a mix of blood, some foreign nothingness one might associate with the smell off an astronaut's suit, and the aura of madness. Most would smell like soap or sweat, she wasn't even giving off a body odor.<br/><br/>"Apparently long enough for Alzheimer's. I don't know you or your name and really I don't want to." She wasn't worth his time, but that was mainly because he had no idea how to fight, much less fight anything like her and dare think he'd win. She was some parasite, a disease, a plague, a gluttonous she-beast. If he couldn't even best some guy five inches taller than him with a cupcake gut how was he going to even have her get a bruise?<br/><br/>Heather screamed at her which made him go a little red for the knowledge he was pretty much the damsel and she had taken it upon herself to have the woman's attention averted either for another attack or escape. He'd die if Heather ended up landing a blow, that would be the right true end to his masculinity. But whatever she had planned fell through as the woman again mentioned knowing them... and telling Heather she was fat.<br/><br/>"Hey fuck off she isn't fat! At least she has enough respect for her body not to flounce her tits like you, slore!" Yeah good job buddy.<br/><br/>If she knew the two of them, was there a chance she knew Marco as well? Had they battled her before they blacked out, had she been human once and known them all? Exactly what was it that connected them to her, and all of them to this destruction? What purpose had it served, would they ever know that? Chances are they wouldn't but even so. Something in the back of his mind ached, making him taste metal for just a moment, feel his fingers dripping warmth, before it all dissipated.