Coat’s thick, almost hides everything. If you don’t know what to look for, Tony thought. So, one, I know Kagari did not have those pretty accessories at the party and two, who’s behind everything else that’s happened to the Sekirei so far?
Yeah. I’d kill Minaka, too.
Razor ice slashed through Homura’s flames, drawing blood from a half-dozen cuts. Tony listened to the yells and crisp words with just half an ear, watching the flow of energies and power as the ice Sekirei landed on the roof of a little rooftop shed, looking down at the fire-user. Homura’s fighting to stay alive, and get past her. But he… she… screw it, I’m sticking to he, the fire’s getting used on the ice, not the enemy. Kagari doesn’t want to kill. Handicap–
“There was only one last thing I was going to tell you,” subtitles flashed at the bottom of the video, as Kagari’s voice rose in a yell of pure aggravation. “And that’s to put some damn panties on!”
“Oh.” The ice Sekirei looked down, face almost blank. “I forgot.”
Tony stared at tasteful pixilation, and tried not to sigh in regret. “Jarvis?”
“Discretion is the better part of valor, Sir.” That was a smothered laugh. Definitely. “Miss Potts knows where my servers are.”