Kami sighed as she pressed a button. The vents, of course, were well defended. Everyone used the vents. Every single hero that had ever tried to assassinate her, came in through the vents. It had been amusing at first, but after a while, Kami had simply installed an incinerator, and that was the end of that. Luckily for the alternate Ashley, the incinerator was activated with a different button, as suddenly, everything went black. For a moment, there was confusion and darkness. Then, Ashley finds herself breaking out of a cardboard box in miracle square, wearing rabbit ears. Kami had an odd sense of humor. She wouldn't kill the girl. In fact, Kami wasn't entirely sure why not. With a press of a button, she could have roasted her so fine there would be only ash left. However, instead, Kami had let the girl go. Was it because it was Ashley? No, it was a different being, and Kami knew that perfectly well. She would have to figure this out later. It would be most worrying if she lost control of her own impulses.
Returning to the matter at hand, Kami regarded Aisyle with a silent eye, acting as if she hadn't just spent the better part of a minute in silent contemplation. She smiled, as she stood up, knowing what came next. She approached Aisyle, as Wiper steps out of the shadows, covered in blood. "Kill? Honey, I wouldn't do anything so horrible. I'll keep them alive. I'll just leave them to my..... experts. Soon, they'll be begging to lose their memories. And those who are too hard to be broken will, of course, be set free. In the Corrupted Quarter of Fear. Appolyon promised me use of one of his scorpion pits, should I ever need it." Kami smiled, relishing the expression on Allysia's face, as she slowly brushed against his hair, almost affectionately. She then gave him a kiss on the forehead, and for the poor soul, everything went black.
Aissyle would awaken in his new quarters. Wiper had ensured this. It moved through the city, silent as night, taking down Fault strongholds with ease. She stepped in, and gestured, as gas spread the area. Screams. Gunfire. None of the bullets hit, for Wiper wasn't there. Coughing. Screams. Unconsciousness. None would investigate, Wiper knew. The group of victims grew, as Fault Maestros rushed at her wearing gas masks, one of them throwing beams of energy. Wiper sliced the air with her katana, and the man's arm was sliced off. A second slice silenced the screams. The threat being eliminated, Wiper simply removed the masks, until another group was down. Liek a ticking clock, each minute another group fell, untill Fault was no more. There was an emptiness, and Wiper stood in what had been Fault's headquarters. Sand poured through the windows, it broke through the glass, filling the room. Electric fuses crackled and spat, bursting and sparking, as Wiper took one last look around. It left the area, and the building exploded, raining flaming debris and molten sand on the entire area. Wiper's job was done.