I’ll channel whatever darkness I feel like, thank you very much.
I love jumping into oblivion.
And so the story continues, against my will.
I may be a bit under level.
Can you tell I’m not liking this subclass?
That ice power isn’t as cool as my lightning power, just saying.
Let’s run it back, shall we?
One more to go.
This tower makes no sense.
I hate this mission.
Talk about a vortex of emotion!
This bears repeating: This is no place for a child.
I’m not even going to ask where she got that chainsaw.
Wicked Weaves are hard.
It’s not easy getting into Paradiso.
There’s only room for one Bayo in this game.
A new weapon!
Bayonetta needs to get her glasses refitted. Just saying.
These two are neither graceful nor glorious.
Funny what a little bit of exploration can accomplish.
This city has seen better days.
Probably shouldn’t shoot children, Bayo.
Dancing in the pale moonlight, I see.
Enjoy the climaxes. Umbran climaxes, that is.
That’s quite the entrance, Bayo.
Danger ahead: Abort!