The best of friends [2/2]

"Okay, let's use something else then. Exa. Get me a {Blight} grenade." 

At my words, the flamethrower returned to my subspace. And in its place, a pair of round bottles with black sludge appeared in my hands. 

"Right, let's see what happens with these." 

With casual movements, I threw the bottles into the demonkin's right leg and right arm. A sharp sound echoed as both glass grenades shattered. Unleashed, Eva Baker's black sludge began to melt the demonkin's limbs. It did so with terrifying efficiency. 

In my vision, unlike the green-yellow flicker from the fire. The parts that got covered in Eva's {Fate} chaotically changed between green and red. Then in less than a minute, yellow to red, then finally black to red. 

Remembering the pain from getting beaten up by my cool {Vassal}, I gulped in nervousness. The damage from this little bottle was worse than being shot by hundreds of {Bestow} rounds.