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[color=orange]"Understood, Schrade."[/color] Earthshaker nodded towards the club president, as unlike her out of control partner, she had enough self awareness to not just ignore the aura of certain demise that radiated from their resident undertaker. [I]That[/I] was a level of delusion that stern words and condemnation wouldn't address, so Earthshaker was forced to live up to her name in a burst of violence.

Once the others had turned to the pursuit of Miseria or the chase for the Light Girls that so vexed their club, Earthshaker vented her charged power in a burst of speed towards Nyxia. Her hand curled into the claw of an avian, spread wide as it took under Nyxia under the chin and swept her off her feet as she bounded off the rooftop and struck the monster splattered alley in a crouch that saw the laser obsessed girl indented into sundered concrete. 

Her other hand closed over the barrel of the Omega Obliterator and prepared to counter its inevitable petulant firing. With a cold fury smoldering in her eyes she crouched over her 'partner', letting her hood cast her face into a shadowy aspect. 

[color=orange]"No camaraderie and no respect for power. Without one or the other, you're just a mad dog, worse than any Light Girl, and in this town we are used to putting down beasts."[/color] The tribal Magical Girl ground the words out, enunciating the syllables with a creeping intensification of her grip on Nyxia's throat. 

[color=orange]"I see it in you. That empty ache in your chest that you think to fill with buckets of blood and the heat of your death rays. Let me be clear; Whatever your dreams are, I will break them down and feed you their ashes till you learn to behave. I will wring every drop of power you've claimed in the night as payment for the headaches I endure listening to the filth coming from your lips, and you will starve here in a gutter till you learn some manners."[/color]

To make good on that promise the shamanistic Magical Girl planted a knee squarely on Nyxia's chest, finding it was indeed an armored leotard. Yet her focus was not on the girl, but instead releasing her neck to instead move to wrench away the Omega Obliterator entirely from Nyxia's hands. The dangers of having an Emblem that was also your weapon were twofold, and Roche was making no secret of how she wished to see Nyxia humbled. 

[color=orange]"But I'm a fair partner. You can keep the energy you've claimed tonight. You just have to make good on your boasts and kill twenty Miseria as you said....without this [I]toy ray gun[/I] of yours."[/color]