Cheeky threats from an intruder. Watch and learn!

[ Something shifts behind her. Scanty whirls and fires, riddling a nondescript glob of paint and scissors with bullets. She seems to quite be enjoying the violence. ]

You see? Nothing's impervious to demonic artillery! Why, it even strengthens our allies when directly appli----

[ Her allies, the Ghosts, are made of the lingering despair and frustration of departed humans. So in a perverse melding of canons, the blob on the ground suddenly triples in size. ]

.....ohh.