Silver dropped the body she was holding, the skin filled with tears and jagged puncture marks. She refused to wear any armor. She felt restricted, like in a cage. How could she fight if she was terrified. Plus, she was actually too small for the armor. Still, a true hunter does not need fancy weapons and armor to win a fight.
Silver sat down and looked at Blood, sniffing the air. The air had a pungent smell of oil to it. She quickly sneezed from the scent, shaking her fuzzy head. She had wounds everywhere, some healing. It didn't really hurt that much. Silver learned to block out pain a while ago. Luckily she wasn't hit with any grenades or it would have taken her a long time to regenerate.
She stood up and padded over next to Blood, the smell now really bothering her.