Amy pulled back, and I grabbed her wrist. Before she could hop off Sirius, Grue was directing the dog across the road.
Chariot and Glory Girl pulled off their helmets as we arrived. Chariot was black, his narrow, triangular face largely covered in power armor. He had the scruff of a weak teenage beard on his chin.
The design reminds me of Nino from Miraculous Ladybug, even though Nino doesn’t have stubble or power armor, is arguably more dark cream-colored than black, and his face can barely be called triangular.
So basically the description reminds me of someone who doesn’t look much like him at all.
Glory Girl bore little resemblance to any of the last times I’d seen her. There were dark circles under her eyes. She stared at me. No- at Amy.
She’s been having sleepless nights, hasn’t she.
How much has her reaction to Amy’s leaving been affected by what Amy did to her?
The glare seethed with raw, seething hatred. It made every line of her face hard.
Ouch.
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