Thank fuck for Salvation, because between the arrows and the bullets, things were starting to get a little rough. Back at full strength, Ren takes a second to examine the field. People have stopped fucking hitting Futaba, but the robot's steaming now; that's cause for concern—
—at which point Renée and Phoenix unleash a tag-team maneuver centered on a can of spray paint. Ren's laughter rings out, a wild, raw, unsettling sound that echoes off the surrounding buildings. "Get fucked with a lead pipe, bootlicker!" he shouts at the robot, although anyone who could hear him and understand the reference seems to be missing in action.
And as he yells, he pulls a bottle of freeze spray from his pocket, which he found in the top levels of Mementos and kept around because you never know, right? Maybe someday he would meet a weak little Shadow that repelled every element but ice. Or maybe he would have to deal with his sister's overheated Persona. The Metaverse is full of surprises.
He darts back in, light on his feet but less concerned now that he's been healed and the robot can't see. In a couple of quick pivots, he reaches the position he wants, and with careful aim, he sprays the bottle directly at Futaba's Persona. An icy mist emerges, granted potency by the Metaverse, and settles on the Persona. Ren's not interested in cooling down the robot himself—he's not a tech expert or anything, but he figures if it overheats, that can only be good. But he can't let Futaba bake in there.
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—at which point Renée and Phoenix unleash a tag-team maneuver centered on a can of spray paint. Ren's laughter rings out, a wild, raw, unsettling sound that echoes off the surrounding buildings. "Get fucked with a lead pipe, bootlicker!" he shouts at the robot, although anyone who could hear him and understand the reference seems to be missing in action.
And as he yells, he pulls a bottle of freeze spray from his pocket, which he found in the top levels of Mementos and kept around because you never know, right? Maybe someday he would meet a weak little Shadow that repelled every element but ice. Or maybe he would have to deal with his sister's overheated Persona. The Metaverse is full of surprises.
He darts back in, light on his feet but less concerned now that he's been healed and the robot can't see. In a couple of quick pivots, he reaches the position he wants, and with careful aim, he sprays the bottle directly at Futaba's Persona. An icy mist emerges, granted potency by the Metaverse, and settles on the Persona. Ren's not interested in cooling down the robot himself—he's not a tech expert or anything, but he figures if it overheats, that can only be good. But he can't let Futaba bake in there.