Shannon had her own armor. Armor that would change when she did. Armor that would protect weak points of a body that was far from weak. Because she would be depending on brute strength over commanding any flame. Because what use was fire in hell?
Though standing there, just beside Loki, she couldn't help but suck in a breath at familiar voices. Her brother. Her parents. And her would be murderers.
Her pale blue gaze moved from one companion to the other. Did they hear what she heard? Or was it just playing on her insecurities, or things that would simply bother her? She grit her teeth. "Let's get go already." Whatever the case was, it made her skin crawl, and she was already hating the sensation.