Grace smirked a bit. Time to take this vain daemon down a peg. she thought. After the spike was driven into Medea, Grace was able to keep it maintained by concentrating. Through further concentration, she began making new spikes branch out of the original one. These new spokes quickly grew and expanded inside of Medea, like the roots of a tree, hoping to tear the ball apart from the inside out.
Gerry hesitated for a second, closely scanning his work one last time before he handed it over to Asha. She could see it was an amazingly detailed drawing, complete with shadows and perfect proportions. "[sub]S-so...what do you think?[/sub]" he asked timidly.