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[@Crimmy][@Krayzikk][@Plank Sinatra][@Ayazi]

Twelve of this city’s current oppressors stood across from Hitomi, billowing out that golden essence. She felt her heart fluttering, not because she was scared – though that may have played a part in her antsy behavior. No this was something else entirely. It was likes she was dreaming standing before those pizzatrons. She knew that if she ran away she would be impaled by pizza. If she advanced she risked entering their domain. Truly, only one option remained. 

[i]Jump.[/i]

It was her voice no doubt about it. But it wasn't her thinking with it. Somehow she was being instructed by her own will.

She lifted her heavy guitar case over her head with meager arms and a rush of adrenaline and charged to the closest bot. Her legs borrowing the adrenaline that was carrying the guitar had her leap on top of one of the machines, but she was far from finished once she had gotten atop her first destination. She allowed for the time for a couple pizzatrons to launch a razor sharp pizza at the bot she was standing atop as she felt it sink down a little, perhaps some of it missing she leapt off once more. Her heart fluttered as she glanced to her left and noticed that another pizzatron had gathered her trajectory and was whirling up. 

Without gathering her conscious consensus she let go of the guitar case with one hand and moved her arm backwards as fast and as strongly as she could manage. The weight of the guitar case pulling her with it and allowing for her to narrowly avoid getting bisected by another pizza. That one may have been pizza.

The bastards.

But she faced yet another dilemma. She was surrounded still by the pizzatrons. She counted at least ten still angrily whirling up at her.

[i]Up.[/i]

Her voice, but not her words. Hitomi knew what she had to and roughly slammed her guitar case into the ground while jumping up. All of her adrenaline soaked her biceps as she raised herself above the guitar case and vaulted onto another pizzatron quickly and rather sadly abandoning her guitar case, she was roughly defenseless without it. But the chords still resonated even louder in her heart’s tingling. She reached onto the back of the pizzatron she currently rode atop and retrieved two 2L bottles of soda. She immediately took one in each hand and began to shake them up as much as she could.

“[color=#00c0e6]Hey! Bank’s closed you cannoli’s![/color]” Hitomi said slightly opening the bottles of soda and sending them flying towards her foes. But with the incoming onslaught of pizza, her current island of safety would soon be out of commission as well and her adrenaline was dying down a little. She knew she'd have to come up with an exit strategy soon.