Gallant, Infernal Warrior

“Th-then why did I almost die huh?!”

“Is it even possible for you to get drunk at all? Alcohol is supposed to be based on height and weight and so I’d imagine you could down a bottle of like…liquor and not feel a thing, especially being a demon and all…”

“I thought you’d have downtime sure, but that’d be spent going out doing things with other demons y’know?”

“Wraith attack, probably. Tricky bastards, they are.”

“Uh-huh! Human booze takes a lot, but... hoo boy, Oni make something else. I’m pretty sure they might just put gasoline in a sake gourd, but it sure does the job well.”

“D-don’t sneak up on me like that! I could’ve died!”

“I just didn’t take you as the shooter type…or the gaming type in general…I figured you’d be more at the gym…or punching stuff…or like…anything that’s actually productive.”

“I’m eight foot tall and built like a truck, there’s no way I could sneak up on you!”

Velvet just shrugs. “I walk pain off constantly… Some have even questioned if I ever feel pain… I’m not so sure about this, though….” She wouldn’t directly say it but she felt this was some kind of trick. 

She just blinked. “Is it…. Going to slow me down in battle?” 

“It’s one of my lighter variants, so yes. I have a friend I custom-made a similar suit for. This isn’t as fancy, but it should do the trick.”