“I’m an enemy of that.” Ambrose gestures toward the monster, and then to the darkness. “And this.”

“Frenemies then.” Samei quips, a smile sneaking back onto her face. She wipes the blood from her wrench onto her clothes, causing a new layer of smears to coat her oversized jacket. Her mix of clothes makes her look like a rough worker, from overalls to an old shirt and messy brown hair that had seen better days. Her green eyes catch Ambrose’s own as she continues. “Let me grab my baby.” She ties her wrench to her to a belt loop attached to her waist, alongside a number of covered pouches latched next to it.

Ambrose follows Samei at a distance as she turns back to the room from where the wall caved in, stepping over the now thoroughly smashed remains of the monster. Stepping into the room, Ambrose finds Samei leaning down and grabbing a large spiraled drill. It looks as if it was ripped straight out of a machine, an outer layering of welded metal wrapped around it. Wires can be seen tracing the inner sections of the metal and led along to a basic on-off switch and display.

“My baby.” Samei says as Ambrose watches from afar. Samei hooks her hands into its two accessible holds. With a heave-ho, she brings the drill off the ground. Her muscles bulge, straining from the weight as Ambrose observes her sheer strength. Her upper body is full of dense, thick muscle that swells as she holds the pile driver in her hands. Samei whistles, sending a grin Ambrose’s way. “Want to see it work?”

Before she can respond, Samei flicks the switch and the machine sputters. It sends out a whining high-pitched sound before roaring to life. The drill almost seems alive in her hand as it bounces in her hands, the drill spinning in a clockwise fashion, Samei panting as she struggles to hold it in place. The display lights up, a partly filled bar flashing on it. Laughing crazily Samei drives it into a nearby wall and Ambrose watches as it smashes a large indent into it.

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Flicking the machine off, it goes silent as Samei lets it fall to the ground with a crash. She stands there panting, pure glee on her face. “See that!” She laughs, gesturing with her hands. “It’s massive. It goes vwoom, ruhruhruh, and then a big bang!” Her words die off as Ambrose stands there silently, watching her. “Boo. Joykiller.” She looks at the drill. “Unfortunately its tip is damaged, so it can’t penetrate anything.” At her words, Ambrose inspects the drill closely. Its tip has been crushed, forming an uneven flat end.

“Can you carry that far?” Ambrose asks, to which Samei nods.

“Not too bad when it’s off.” Samei pats the drill. “But oh boy is it like wrangling an animal when it's on. All that motion puts on weight.” The room falls silent. After a moment of hesitation, Ambrose lowers her spear and walks further in. She glances around, the room a mess of broken furniture. Her gaze catches a few splashes of scattered blood scrawled across the far walls.

Ambrose walks up to Samei, and after studying her for a moment offers her hand. Samei’s grin widens, and she stretches her own out and shakes it. Ambrose winces at the strength of the woman, staring at her numb hand after it’s released.

“You’re strong.” Ambrose finally comments.

“Bathoran.” Samei answers, receiving a blank stare. She eyes Ambrose up and down again. “Starting to look not real again. It’s rare to see someone so uneducated, so you’re either mentally challenged or morally bankrupt.” She pauses after saying that, her head tilted in thought. “Or would I be morally bankrupt. Hmm.”