Despite the situation, a small smirk found its way onto Gray's face. "You don't even have to ask. I'm not in the habit of running away from small fries like these," he said confidently. Concentrating, he let himself change into his Weapon form, an ice lance, and fell backwards into Tassadar's waiting hand.

If he was asked to describe their resonance, Gray would have said something like 'tentative'. They didn't know each other, and were only brought together by circumstance. But it was better than nothing. Calm and confidence flowed from Gray through their link as he focused squarely on the kishin egg.

Let's go.