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Offering a thumbs up and a broken smile riddled with hope despite the traces of despair.

...she surprised herself, too.

It wasn't exactly something she wasn't totally sure what the outcome would be, but that didn't stop her from making the effort to try. "Same, man..." Letting out a little cough, beginning to pluck away at some broken glass out of her flesh near her eyes so it wouldn't get into em'. It didn't break too badly, but it was still enough to be inconvenient...

Nothing like the needles.

Although the tiger fella offered her help, he seemed to be in bad shape and...not like she was in much shape to help him either. Doing what she could in the moment to make it seem like she was okay enough to move on her own. Forcing on a smile and dismissively fanning her hand slowly...the moment he turned his back, she winced while trying to push forward.

No need to drag someone down...

...though the pool guy seemed to be in a lot better condition to help and when he offered his shoulder? She leaned against him when she nearly lost complete balance, all while scooting along on her wheels. Part of her couldn't help but wonder if this was how old people felt, like when their body didn't cooperate with em' anymore and didn't want to move much? "Thanks.."

Man, it's a good thing her equipment crapped out with the wheels being left out on her boots, otherwise she'd probably have to get carried like a sack of potatoes or something!

...though she couldn't help but look over her shoulder and wonder what would happen.

The day was saved, but there was a chance whoever had to clean it up would try to find out how it died...

...that...would be a bridge to cross later if it ever came up, which she really hoped it wouldn't.

It could have been so much worse and it wasn't, so hopefully that's how the situation is perceived from the outside looking in.

Once they got there and the tiger fellow fussed with the door after getting it open, for a moment, she couldn't help but snort out a little chuckle, "Whaddaya mean they didn't change it, ya work here, don'cha?" With her secondary quirk of jumping to conclusions in a single bound, the dash of airheadedness shining through like the sun on a bright day, that is why he knew the code, right?

...cause he worked there, right?

Not because he was fired and these ding dongs couldn't be arsed to change the code...right?

....riiiiiiiiiiiight?

Well uh...sweeping that thought under the rug for now, she very carefully set her busted launcher down upon a table, took a seat and began unstrapping her boots. Though there were a few scrapes all over her and a few sharp debris poking out of her skin...it was more like a mild inconvenience. Pinching, twisting and gently patting the spots upon her body that seemed a bit more punctured.

Though she was about to break the silence, offer a suggestion that they give the departed a moment of silence...something...

...the tiger guy's words cut the air like a knife from the moment he spoke.

He knew the monster---the deceased man's name.

They knew each other...

...he tried to help him like she tried to help her sibling who was always getting wrapped up in trouble.

Feeling the words get caught in her throat, there were things she wanted to say, try to offer the poor guy some solace...something, but no. It was like taking pills without water, struggling to follow through. No one wanted to hear oh I'm so sorry in times like these, it was like trying to slap a band-aid on a gaping wound. The pain was there and although she was a bit of an airhead, that was something she wasn't blind to...

Though she couldn't help but frown when he subtly lumped himself into the pile of bastards who wouldn't be missed.

It was...always sad to hear people think of themselves like that.

Resting her hands upon her knees, gently gripping them as she let it stew for a moment as the other guy spoke up. Turning her bright, pink optics towards him...he...had a point. Well they both did, it had to be done and since Ryuu got mixed up in the wrong crowd, their shitty influence could have driven him to become a more violent sort with his quirk. Hell, if someone who knew him personally felt that was the only way...then it couldn't be denied.

Plus...there really was that chance they couldn't have handled things more peacefully, more people could have died...they all could have died. It was a tough, painful truth to accept...it was valid. Although she despised murder as the solution, it was something she couldn't be mad at. It wasn't something that was done for sport of fun like some shitty people out there do, but because there was a dangerous individual hurting others who wouldn't stop.

This would haunt her for a while....but that's okay as long as she reminded herself it could be so much worse.

The right thing to do was the wrong thing to do, but it was what saved more people...

"...yeah I...uh...I'm gonna be real with you guys, murder isn't okay and it will never be...but..." Taking off her gloves to set it on her boots, there were a few burns from the metal plates heating against her skin. Taking in a deep breath before heavy sigh passed her lips, "...it's true, there are folks out there who can't be stopped otherwise...like...Ryuu..." Furrowing her brows a bit, she carefully hopped out of her seat and she spoke with an air of tenderness, "...I'm sure he wasn't always like that, at least going off of what you said, big guy."

The next set of words she tried to find, she wasn't sure if they were gonna be the right ones or what, but... "...he's away from all the pain. No more suffering, sorrow, loneliness and anger...he's at peace. It's...sad that there wasn't another way to take him away from all of that but...we all did what we had to." With that, she offered the tiger guy a hug, with a couple of soft pats on the back. "...don't forget that you aren't alone, at least not anymore." Letting go she offered a thoughtful smile then went to grab the burn ointment from the first aid kit and began sliding it upon her arms.

Sparing a glance towards the guy who could probably whoop all their asses at a game of pool, "That goes for you too..." Looking to the both of them, she gestured towards herself, "I'm here for both of ya if ya ever need it, yeah?" It was sincere and honest as could be, but it was a matter of them actually being receptive towards it...can't exactly be there for folks who genuinely don't want you around, after all.

She liked to lie to herself that Riley actually enjoyed her company and her sibling was just going through it, being stubborn.

Better to think of it that way.

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Most people would be outright offended by getting low key snapped at, plus being called a dumb bitch out the gate. But for this twink tank, she figured with how he held himself with the personality of porcupine quills...it didn't sound necessarily venomous? She'd been insulted PLENTY of times, like insults that came right from a genuinely mean place aaaand it didn't hit like that? Plus, it was hard to really cut this optimistic ray of sunshine deep enough to actually feel terrible about herself! Getting peeeeeeeeeled off, that's when she blurted out, "Whoops! Sorry, sorry!" Holding up her hands slightly as if to playfully, silently say oh noooo, I surrender, she lightly fanned her hands with a soft laugh as her wheels plopped upon the ground.

Reaching up to fluff the spikes of her hair with a soft hum, she knew the dude could PROBABLY squish her skull if he actually wanted to be violent towards her. So that was another dash on the tally chart of dude isn't bad, just kinda grumpy! Though once the man of the hour spoke up, he had their full attention...despite pinch her hair's spike's back in place. Lowering her hands, she lightly cupped her cheek and listened intently while slowly blinking...

....he was trying to solve problems that seemed out of the hands of Pro-Heroes...

...which...

...always struck such an odd chord with the vibrant, petite woman.

How do they just...miss the mark on these things and allow it to slip beyond their grasp like a pile of over cooked noodles?

"...geeze....that's not good..." Lightly shaking her head with a slight frown as she leaned even more into hand...it could be worse, but it was still kiiiiinda bad? Like for a surge to go under the radar was riddled with glowing red flags, something wasn't right and they had to at least attempt to do something! They were heroes without a contract, at least that's how she saw it!

At least he was making an effort to figure out a solution in the form of a sense of unity...which was something she could absolutely get behind. After all, she was really tired of trying to take on the weight of numerous burdens all alone...it was a tough pill to swallow, but you know what? She was enough of a grown ass adult with a good head on her shoulders to realize it wasn't the most realistic approach. Especially if maybe one day...she wanted to be someone Riley could actually go to in their time of need.

...though she wasn't willing to accept that may never happen, that day may never come.

That...was something she harbored unhealthy levels of denial towards, but maybe that would change one day.

Taking in a deep breath before letting out a thoughtful sigh...she at least could rest assured that there would be one person for sure who would stand by Ghouligan's idea. The statistics of how many folks were here gave a bit more to invest hope in at least maybe one or two others willing to help make this work. With her eyes darting to the first voice that spoke up, she couldn't help but beam a bright smile, "OH HELL YEAH, LET'S GOOOOOO!" Thrusting her fists up in the air to celebrate in this shared corner, she offered god's most enthusiastic golf clap with a big ol grin as this Warper fella mentioned he made his gear and SEEMED willing to offer that to others, too!

WOW ACTUALLY!

HE SEEMED LIKE HE WANTED TO REALLY HELP THE CAUSE!

Part of her wondered if maybe she could collaborate with the guy, learn some stuff and possibly have someone around to go into her love of gunpla! WOW THAT WOULD BE COOL! Despite having such a warm, friendly personality going for her, she...uh.....didn't have a lot of friends? Folks she was cool with from her repair business, sure! But...she was pretty sure they didn't really see her as a friend? Maybe one day some of the regulars would look at her as friend material, but ehhhh...she didn't hold her breath too much about it since she didn't have much in common with em'. Getting along with folks was more than enough to keep her happy, though...it was good enough.

"That's the spirit! You can TOTALLY figure it out, man! I can help a bit!" Giving Warper two thumbs up, she figured it wouldn't hurt to at least offer affirmation for all that moxy! Then she looked towards the direction of the next voice, she...uh...did notice he winced a lil at the corner of her eye when Warper spoke about ratty pieces of equipment...

...was Stalker the kinda dude who would be okay getting an offer to test out stuff she made which inherently meant an upgrade. Not knowing him well enough to extend such a potential deal, she'd listen to what he had to say first before tossing some positive reinforcement his way. Bobbling her head in a nod when she agreed with the points being laid out, it...hmmm yeah that was a valid concern! Though she wasn't totally sure she could take on something like that, it didn't mean she wasn't willing to make the effort if it seemed like no one else here could!

Lightly scratching her cheek in thought, she figured it made sense that folks were spilling bits of tea about themselves since...well...for one, it'skinda hard to locate folks if you don't know where to find them, right? It's like calling out for help in the void, hoping someone would answer which...really depended on luck. That and what they were capable of was good to know because quirks were a lot like tools, you need the right one for certain jobs and others may not work. Ghouligan mentioned his strengths as well, so did Warper...should she really open up the tin on what she could do?

There was always this lingering fear that someone was gonna dig up dirt on her...knowing what her quirk was, narrowing it down to her and--maybe it was a little irrational? The fear that everyone here would despise her for attempting to be a Pro-Hero once upon a time and the narrative of her failure. Maybe they wouldn't rely on her...

...maybe they wouldn't see her as someone they could count on.

Offering a comforting pat on Stalkers elbow, she spoke softly, "Psst, big guy, you're doing just fiiiiine without fancy pants things. Ya don't need em' if ya don't want em'." After that, she stuffed her hands in her pockets and pondered on what she should share about herself....

During that moment, she heard another voice speak up and she leaned over a bit to have a better look of whooooooomst. Though she'd offer a polite lil' wave as though to quietly say hulloooo for a moment and WOOP, Slapped her hand on her cheek as a gasp escaped her upon the sight of all those blades, "Yoooo, nice...!" For someone with a keen eye regarding metal, those looked like they'd been VERY WELL taken care of!

Though the moment that phone was brought out, she lightly tapped her cheek while listening to something about an ENKI network which....sounded handy? Though she couldn't help but wonder how good or safe it was to use since it didn't seem like its creator was here as far as she could tell. Not knowing who's behind something was like taking a gamble with accepting a drink from a stranger at the bar, something she didn't do after seeing what happened to others back in America.

Yet...it sounded pretty handy if it was as secure as advertised.

If anyone should have it, it should probably be with Ghouligan...right?

Bringing her hands up to press her gloved fingertips together in thought, lightly tapping them with a melodic, metallic clickity clack, little to those around her...

...most likely...

She was keying in the address after it was spoken with what felt straight out of left field, connecting with the burner in her pocket to search up the location. Tilting her chin up slightly, she had a visual for herself as Ronin spoke about it..."...huh...ya wouldn't know it by just lookin' at it..." Muttering that thought out loud beneath her breath, she slid her hands across one another to cross them...which on her end, triggered her burner to save the data in her visor for future use. Smiling thoughtfully as she planned to do a little more digging on the place, make sure it's truly safe for everyone...even if it meant visiting the place herself in one of her civilian-ish get-ups.

If it ended up being some kind of weird trap, she figured she was sturdy enough to handle it at the very least.

The vibrant haired woman's smile brightened as she heard the guy talk about an indiscriminate doctor who would help others for shiny clickity clack neat things, "Really?! Hey! That's super cool! Gotta love a person who helps others just because! Maybe you could connect her with the rest of us later, yeah?" Clapping her hands together, she got way too excited to stay on the sidelines! There wasn't so much as a shred of sarcasm in her tone when she spoke earlier, she meant it with all her heart!

"Oh! Yeah! Uh! Right! Hiya ladies, gents and those in-betwen like me! I'm totally in on this thing!" Holding up her hand like she was trying to answer a question in class or a group meeting, though she waved when she said, "Gadget, here! Willing to help even though I really don't know what I can contribute that someone else can't!" Her honesty was certainly right there in the open, lowering her hand before thumb pointing to herself, she figured sprawling out the next red carpet of statements would be a safe enough bet...

"I can take a punch easy peasey, so if ya need a meat shield?! BET! I'M HERE FOR YA!" Lifting her hand slightly, she twirled her hand a bit, "I also make n' code stuff, but I'm still learnin' so heh, bear with me, yeah?" Moving her finger to rest it upon her chin, she thoughtfully spoke up, "That phone thing sounds like it would be a tough nut to crack with reverse engineering, but hey! I'll give it a shot if no one else can and uhhh ya know, wants me to? I'm pretty resourceful n' all so...mmmmaaaaayyyyybeee?"

Crossing her arms, she lightly tilted her chin and looked up in thought, "...mmmmaybe I could figure it out? Not totally sure, but I do know I've made a lot of snazzy stuff from scraps n' junk I found..." Snapping her fingers, she had a straight up light bulb moment and showed off her sharp pearly whites, "So I guess I'm a bit of a scavenger, ha! Y'all need me to help with supplies? HIT ME UP!" Digging into her pockets, she held up a bunch of cards with a cat-like grin, "Take one if ya want for those of ya who want em'!" Granted, it had contact info and all for those who took one with a little drawing of her doing a thumbs up with the word GADGET written on it...

....yup, she did, in fact make business cards special for this meeting.

"I do repairs, too! I'm just kinda traveling around n' all, so who knows! A Gadget could be in your area!" Doing a lil finger gun motion, she playfully added a lil' "Peeewwwm~!"

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Feeling a hand grasp around her, it was too late to slip away and try to get the heck out of dodge with the power of five thousand nopes! Then again, that was the case for the red hoodied punk as well...and it's not like he or his buddies were being hurt or harmed by this woman. Literally just captured...though good god one of them was brooding like no body's business.

Of course, red hoodie boy wasn't having it and started throwing a tantrum by using his not-so-nice words and the vigilante with powdery pink hair couldn't help but slow blink at the little argument unfolding. His buddies telling them that they could get folded in half, get in huuuuuuuuge trouble and they need to be on better behavior or else. It was clear as day that they hadn't a damn clue about how the world worked and you know what?

That wasn't her problem anymore.

As she was sorted into what he brain labeled the interrogation palm she figured that for now, she was in the clear at the moment for now. Wiggling the skin lasso, it loosened up bit by bit as it thinned, tugging it while plopping it against her arm. With the way she was coiling it around, it was like she was trying to pile spaghetti on her arm. When she was asked about who she was, she took a moment to release the now noodle-y skin for a moment...

...now it was her time to be a little extra like those folks in tokusatsu shows!

OR A MAGICAL GIRL!

OH THE MAGICAL GIRL-ISH APPROACH WOULD BE PERFECT WITH THIS OUTFIT!

Without missing a beat, even as her garb was absolutely insulted, that only meant more material to work with!

Twirling her hand around as though she was about to start some sort of dance routine, pinching her index and thumb together to shape it like a heart near her face. Tilting her head slightly as she plopped her opposite hand upon her hip, adjusting her footing so she was looking almost like she'd been getting ready for a magical girl based style photo shoot. Speaking in a more cutesy tone, almost with a melodic air to it, her words danced about with a dash of whimsy, not caring that the pile of skin she was piling up on her arm slid off like runaway pasta and flopped down at her feet, "The lovely, Lovely Lasso~! Roping in crime by moonlight, winning over hearts by daylight~!"

Adding on a quick little giggle, she lightly fanned her hand, "Oh no no no noooooo, my mom ordered it for me as a gift from a friend of hers! No one's losing their jobs today~!" Too bad Rolio wasn't a designer at ASTA, she would have taken this opportunity to be petty and get his ass fired for sure. If there was one dude she hated the most, it was that slime ball, Rolio...bleeeegggggggghhhhhhhhhh! OH IF OOOOOOOONLY! Going back to pulling back her skin edition lasso despite being treated like a low-grade gunpla kit, she gently rubbed her arm to smooth it back in, stretching her mouth out in a thin line with barely a hint of a grin, "This is my least favorite paaaaart, it always feels so weeeiiiird...."

The corner of her mouth lightly twitched, but then she checked back in as she heard her pop off and wave around her power with a dash of fear mongering because oh of course a Pro-Hero would do that, of coooooouuuuuuuuuuurse they would! Watching to see if the interrogation would work out to her favor, the boy in the red hoodie was snarling, fiiiiiiinally caving just a bit, "How would I know?!" "Wouldn't it be funny if they were in the trash? They're always saying it's their home...like...poetic irony." "That's stupid!" As she idly pulled the last bit of her skin back and gently rubbed it into her arm, those vibrant green eyes took in the scenery from so high up. Strolling closer to the edge of the giant woman's hand around where she saw them split off.

Squinting slightly as though to adjust her focus, clicking her tongue softly in thought...it...looked like there was a dumpster that had a hastily made stack near it. Almost like someone, or a large animal scrambled on stuff... "...the emokid might have a point." Glancing towards Titanomachia, she pointed off in the direction of a dumpster that had claw marks around the edges if it were inspected further. "When I was rounding up Mr. No Manners over here, I saw their friend slip off that way..." Then she pointed towards herself and let out a soft chuckle, "If it's too icky, I can take a closer look for you~"

If there was anything she picked up from all the media coverage about this woman, it's that Jaida had enough to hop on over to a conclusion: Titanomachia wasn't keen on getting herself filthy. Weeellllllllll at least not without the golden carrot of praise all over the place, of course! This seemed like a pretty thankless situation as a whole, so ehhhh...might as well! Of course, if Titanomachia wanted to brave opening the lid...let's just say that hiding hooligan wasn't going to look like some normie off the streets.

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Good...everyone seemed to respect each other well enough that they had a base level of trust...that was nice...

...really nice, actually.

Well, this was it...

Furrowing her brows beneath the visor, part of her knew just how batshit bananas it was to tank so many volts...but she felt like there weren't many options left. This would ensure the guys who seemed like they could do more damage could position themselves and maybe even but this damn thing in its place, stop it from hurting more people.

That was the goal.

Save the ones who were still alive.

If this was her final stand?

Then so be it.

Flashing off a confident grin for what could be the last time as far as any of them knew, "This is it, do or die time. muttering those words to herself as she saw the wild quirker's body tremble. Slamming her launcher down, crouching behind it quickly. Well, this was the best she could do in such a pinch! Kneeling as she braced for the impending impact, closing her eyes tightly while gritting her teeth as the electricity rippled along her body. It was still an unpleasant feeling, but hot damn did being made of a weird, rubbery material sure help during times like these...!

With her visor cracking, that was one of the tell tale signs that her equipment wasn't going to survive in the slightest, that was fine though. Everything could rebuilt, it was a small price to pay...plus she was already screwing up her suit by ripping off pieces to use as ammunition for her launcher.

Heh...

Destroying her own tech and putting her life on the line for a bunch of strangers, she could only imagine her sibling probably calling her nuts or something for everything today...

...but maybe part of them would think she was something special about wanting to protect people's right to simply live.

Then again, would her sibling even believe that this happened?

Probably not...it felt like no one in her family truly believed she could be anything close to the hero she did her best to be. All thanks to that dipshit, Rolio who made her seem like she was the least competent candidate to help anyone....

....that was fine.

It felt like her body was locked up for a bit, like her nerves went on a little strike for the time being. Coughing up a bit of smoke with a wheeze, those vibrant pink optics darted around to take in the sights of what she saw as a failure on her part. "...go me..." Those two words seemed to shake things up within her, stirring a few more coughs, she kicked herself real hard on the inside for failing to consider how much of an asshole their opponent was.

Lash out on everything rather than just her...

Even though she looked more or less okay, slumped over her launcher, the fur lining around her vest singed a bit n' all that...

...for her, it sounded like she was submerged and stuck with a crying heart monitor.

Trying to push herself up, forcing herself through the stubbornness of her nerves only caused her body to flump over and look more like a possible corpse outside of her breathing. Okay so maybe she needed juuuuust a moment to let her body get all of its shit together after that. Hopefully the other two would be okay in the mean time...from her position on the ground, she couldn't really see what was going on too well. Aside from the figure of that massive beast, of course..that thing was damn hard to miss.

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You know what?

Getting tuned out while there was a whole lot of fuckshit going on wasn't the worst thing in the world and didn't bother her one bit! Water off a duck's back for her and didn't add on a shred of frustration one bit. There were definitely bigger things to worry about with all of this....

...like this guy clinging for his dear life on that dragon dude!

OH SNAP!

Part of her thoughts flipped into an outright panic as if it was an office on fire with the workers within tried to douse the embers as it spilled into a puddle of chaos. Taking in a sharp breath through her nostrils, she put out the blaze in her brain by rolling out the red carpet of solutions. Shouting up to the man who had to endure the topsy-turvey twirl of their common foe, "HANG IN THERE!" Ripping off another piece of her armor, she tried her best to keep her eye on the tiger guy, rapidly skating along as she loaded up her launcher once more.

Although she messed up the connections between her tech by breaking apart the armor pieces on her arm, the scrawny chick was more worried about saving lives than having an easier time controlling her tech. It was doing something, or at least that's what her green cloaked ally clinging for dear life implied. So it was time to go for the second verse, same as the first! Noticing the billiard ball smack the wound exactly where she asked, it was...a...delightful surprise that the pool shark vigilante followed her instructions which caused a bright smile in this moment of darkness to cross her lips.

The jackass she was stuck with during her Pro-Hero test didn't listen...so it was nice to see that change.

At least this wasn't going to be an uphill climb like it was back then...

Sparing him a glance about the time he caught up with her, the corner of her mouth lightly twitched as he asked about her resistance to electricity. "Y-yeah! Helps a lot in my line of work, h-heh!" The amount of times she was rescued by her quirk from being electrocuted to death while making machines and equipment was a sizable number to put it lightly. Part of her had a shred of anxiety towards folks knowing what her quirk was since...well...if someone had no life and knew everything about folks who didn't make the cut, they could probably put two and two together about who she was.

Imagining vigilantes realizing there was a point in her life where she tried to go legit was...nerve wracking to say the least. Though that concern was tucked away in a box this time since she was more than willing to use her quirk in full to save a life if that's what it boiled down to. There was no way she'd try to cover her own ass if it meant sacrificing someone, even if they were a total stranger, that didn't matter. A life was a life which...is why she had to do her best to stop that dragon from slaughtering more folks.

No more body counts if she and the impromptu allies could help it!

Balancing the loaded launcher against her shoulder, her eyes were darting around...trying to figure out if she should shoot the dragon and then attempt to catch the tiger dude or maybe stretch out her skin to make a trampoline. Though it looked like she wouldn't have to continue through the rolodex of possible saves when pool guy made a platform! When she heard him let the tiger dude know it was safe, she instinctively nodded and thoughtfully blurted out, "It looks sturdy! You'll be okay! Promise!" Even though deep down, she knew she was a total stranger...it didn't hurt to offer assurance.

Now, it was time to be a distraction since...well...

...it looked like the dragon was going for a charged attack, that was something she could handle...she was pretty sure of it. The way it was taking in electricity, she could take one for the team at the cost of her equipment no longer functioning properly. Just because she was resistant, it didn't mean the electronics on her were, too...and that was fine. As long as her boots were stuck as skates, she could at least still move around, that was the most crucial thing for her right now. Glancing back towards the pool guy, the fact he was listening and helping weighed heavily in the department of actions speak louder than words.

"I'm about to do something crazy, hopefully it makes an opening...! So please stay back and get ready to attack again, okay?" Saying those words sternly with an air of concern to them, she didn't want him to sick close and get himself hurt for the crazy ass stunt she was about to pull. If he attacked from afar, like he had been, it would have a high chance of being safer for her allies in the moment. Leaning forward as she picked up the pace, then turned towards the dragon...lining herself up with its head as she aimed her launcher towards its face...namely the big guy's mouth. "HEY ASSHOLE! YOU COULD USE MORE IRON IN YOUR DIET!"

Holding her breath once more to secure a lil more accuracy for the center in hopes of getting the piece of metal into its mouth. Seizing the moment, that's when she fired the broken piece of her armor into the open maw of the dragon! The sheer force of the launcher at its highest setting caused her to skid backward for a moment before leaning forward and rocking her heels back to stop.

For now, she was no longer a moving target, but a sitting duck who was nice and still.

If this all went according to plan...

...this was going to be a rather shocking experience!

As long as this asshole hyper focused her, the heavy hitters could do what they needed to do safely enough...right?

....right?

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