[Quicker than Nero can think "why seven, exactly?" they move dodged the needles Shadow's throwing out, and boy, is she bubbling. He seriously doesn't know what's gotten into her. Sure, the dead are rising, and maybe Nero's a little stressed, but --

The panther that Shadow usually is starts rising out of that bubbling, undulating black, her eyes glowing red, ears peeled back against her head.

She snarls.

Nero grimaces.]

Uh, about that... I didn't make her on purpose. She sort of just. Follows me around. Does her thing. [Shadow does not appear to care who meant to do what. She lunges at Nero now, her claws extending into far larger claws. He pirouettes back and just misses losing a leg. Come on, Mario Kart. She's only gonna learn one way.

[Nero's hand reaches back for his sword just as Red Queen materializes with her own roar -- the roar of an engine. He slams it into the ground, revving it.] Or just stand back and let me handle her.

[Which seems to involve Nero sprinting towards her, arching his sword straight through her with a yah! Blood spills up, arcing through the air, black as oil. She roars, claws scraping across the ground as she flips backwards, gaining more footage between them.]