[Espy]

Not wanting to move and yet not content to stay behind, Dante grabbed his belt, now carrying all three guns and hid his blade, and hastily buckled it as he made his way out of the APC. A third holster had proven too difficult to make, and he'd had to settle with a simple leather band. Hopefully his poor craftsmanship would hold together.

The inferior...? he wondered, nearly stumbling into the speaker. Over the past few days, Lev's brown blur had been slowly compromised with Na'lsa inky blackness, something of a problem for Dante.