Grey's body spun through the air, holding out his spear with a wide grin on his face. He raised his free hand to his forehead and swiped it down. Digital pixels of crimson bloomed and the Helm Frame took shape over his head.
His jaw unhinged and he chomped down, the echo of metal clashing against metal pooling into the air. It clashed against the howls coming from the abyss below and his roar shattered another blooming flower of arms and hands that formed in front of him.
He felt the Mechanical Jaw Spirit within him shift the moment the Helm Frame appeared. It tried to pour into the Helm Frame, but it was blocked.
Even so, Prometheus shifted, matching the rhythm of the Mechanical Jaw Spirit and they formed an odd resonance between one another.
All of a sudden, the excess energy that Grey hadn't managed to fuel his body with and was currently expelling through his roars spilled into the Helm Frame instead.
