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[h1]𝒜𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓁𝒾𝓆𝓊𝑒 𝐿𝒶𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒[/h1]
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[h3]𝐵𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝒟𝑒𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃[/h3]
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It would be a lie to say everything went according to Angélique’s plan. At first, her plan sounded fine, and was executed just the way she wanted. Her scream did not affect the meatballs any further than it already did, but the cloud of glittery dust was swept away into obliteration. Just as she turned to watch the meatballs turned into minced meat, she noticed to triangle symbol above the monsters faded away just before bright ball of light coming from one of the three other teams shone brightly on the battlefield. This moment of distraction, however small, held dire consequence as Angel’s attention snapped back at her own battle as soon as she had heard a loud [color=f7976a]“FUCK!”[/color] being shouted right beside her.

While she was distracted by what was happening on the far side of the battlefield, a third meatball that was coming from the other half of her team - surely the one who knocked out two of green team’s members -  made its way towards the soldiers who had shot down the first two meatballs into their grounded demise. It was all but too late for the black-haired young woman to do anything as the meatball reached the two guards with the same incredible speed it had shown earlier. Had she shouted, she would have affected those two men. Powerless, she watched in horror as the ball made of meat, eyes, limbs and teeth grabbed the men like mere sandwiches and took a bite in them.

The metal singer felt revolted in front of such sight, her stomach churning as soon as the meatball turned towards her, a mouthful of upper torsos dangling from its maw. There was this feeling deep inside her stomach that was trying to surface. Just as she thought she was about to throw up, it wasn’t the case. What she felt wasn’t solely sickness, but rage. This feeling that had been plaguing her deep inside, she let it out once more in a scream even more unrestrained than the previous. While it was true she didn’t hold much love for the two guards that were escorting her, the simple thought of having humans dying in such a horrible manner was just enough to trigger an unspeakable hatred towards these monsters.

However, this monster was smarter than its two dead comrades. As soon as he saw Angel emanating a bloodcurdling shriek, it blocked its… ears? And its eyes as well. As such, the meatball took the brunt of the sonic wave relatively well, not faltering on the ground like the others before it. There was however the cringing face of the creature when it was exposed to her scream. Did her scream was loud enough to actually pass through its shielded ears, or was the sonic wave so intense it actually physically hurt its body? As Angélique finished screaming, the meatball opened its eyes, a smug look on its face after being able to still stand in front of the screaming metalhead after taking on one of her most lethal attacks. In response, the Canadian girl frowned and clenched her teeth out of spite.

[color=9e0039]“So you aren’t a complete dumbass after all, you piece of shit. You want to play like that, fine then!”[/color] Angel hissed through her teeth.

[color=9e0039]"Christopher, change of plans! As soon as you are finished transforming, go help the others! And you there, Blondie, don't just fucking stand around doing nothing. Help them too for fuck's sake![/color] Angel barked orders at her two teammates.

Just as the meatball was about to make a move on her, the black-haired rock idol let another shriek, this time far more controlled than the previous rage-induced scream, however still bearing a tone of pure spite. Not falling for that attack, the meatball again shut its eyes and ears. But by doing so, the creature left itself exposed and oblivious to the world around it. And Angel, being far from stupid, seized this advantage and made a bold run towards the creature while still screaming what little breath she still had in her lungs. Using the creature’s self-imposed blindness, she crouched up below it and grabbed one of the rifles the guards dropped when they had been grabbed. By the moment Angel’s scream stopped, she didn’t care if the gun was loaded or how to hold it properly. She just pulled the triggered as she awkwardly held the rifle’s barrel just a few inches in front of the meatball’s mouth. Her finger held the trigger down as the young woman shut her own eyes, and her mind holding on to the hope that the gun would do its job and leave a pile of minced meat by the time she would open her eyes.