"Right, let's get this over with," Ayra grumbled, though her eyes held a spark of genuine excitement.
"The sooner we find this monster's piggy bank, the sooner I can get out of this smelly area."
She began to strip off her heavy outer uniform pieces and the bulkier parts of her armor, leaving her in a simple, form-fitting black under-suit that did little to hide her powerful, athletic build.
"Water resistance," she explained with a shrug, pointedly avoiding Daniel's gaze.
Daniel, for his part, did the same, removing his torn Vanguard fatigues.
He was left in his own dark grey training pants and a sleeveless shirt, revealing a physique that was lean and corded with dense, powerful muscle, a testament to his countless assimilations and brutal training.
The faint scars from earlier battles, already mostly healed by his immense Vitality, were the only marks on his otherwise perfect skin.
