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[h1]𝒜𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓁𝒾𝓆𝓊𝑒 𝐿𝒶𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒[/h1]
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[h3]𝒜𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒽[/h3]
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Angélique had helplessly watched the battle unfold before her eyes as she stood on her knees, weak and exhausted from the tedious battle. Never in her life had she felt so much adrenaline pumping in her system, never did she experience such intense emotions either. When the spaghetti monster she had defeated and fell on the ground thanks to the coordinated efforts of Christopher in his dragon form, a new ally that had just joined the fray and her stunning shriek that had opening this window of opportunity, she couldn’t get back right up on her feet right away. She had watched, awestruck, the two powerhouses of her team colliding each other in a duel. She tried to get to her feet and yelled at them to stop, but her voice was but too faint and her legs felt like lead sinking into water. 
 
Even though the battle was just about to be won, Angel could not help but feel distress as she could only but watch her two teammates trying to tear each other apart, while Allison was in mortal danger. She wished she could run over there and help her injured friend in dire need of assistance, but the nausea mixed with her growing fatigue all but pinned her on place. 
 
However, fortune was a fickle mistress. She could be as much of a bitch as she could be benevolent. In this case, it would seem like a being of immeasurable power had come to the rescue. At first, the black-haired Aberration was frightened by the blue sphere that had enveloped her, fearing that a monster had taken hold of her and her team. However, she soon realized that whoever was the source of this occurrence was on their side, as the sphere had risen high enough in the sky to safeguard them from the devastation that happened below. 
 
It was hard to accept. So much violence, injuries, death, stress and strain happened on this battleground, only to be swept away in an instant in an exaggerated show of power. Whatever was behind this scenery of overkill, it wasn’t short of the stories of the Precursors’ power. This intervention only proved that to the higher-ups of USARILN, this was all but an examination of everyone’s capabilities. If this was truly a serious threat, there would be no need for all who had gathered here to fight these monstrosities. People wouldn’t have died, suffered, grieving, shouting out their pain. 
 
Angélique slammed a closed fist on the crystal sphere surrounding her, anger surfacing after feeling like she and her comrades were toyed with in such way. She couldn’t help but feel resentment towards whoever did this show of power housing, further fueled after she had touched the ground and heard what the leader of Pink Team ordered.
 
What kind of fucking twisted joke was that? The so-called ‘healers’ had to either transfer injuries on themselves and let others drink their blood to regenerate. They couldn’t expect a single girl to actually take everyone’s injuries on herself. Odds are she would faint from the pain or have a physical and mental breakdown before even being able to walk back to the other healer.
 
She was about to voice her opinions, but all that came from her mouth was a choked wheeze followed by a coughing fit. Truly, the fallen Canadian singer overexerted her voice, and it was clearly apparent she couldn’t yell anymore, or at least had barely enough juice for whispering. She frowned at this situation, but then turned to the rest of her team that had reached ground. 
 
Now that this battle was over, it was time for her to check up on her team, as much as she grieved to acknowledge ahead of time the death of one of her teammates. There was one person in Green Team she wanted to see up close and personally; the red-haired girl that had been swallowed by a spaghetti creature, and somehow managed to emerge from it alive, much to her bewilderment.
 
[sub][color=9e0039]“Hey girl, you alright? I can’t believe you’re alive, I thought you were a goner when you got eaten by that thing. I’m glad to see you alive.”[/color][/sub] She ushered in a low, strained whisper-like voice as she put a comforting hand on the redhead’s shoulder.