He knew.

He fucking knew.

How did he know?

Her first attack was satisfying, the crunch and the tears and the cracks confirming that it was indeed possible to take off limbs in DGO. With another rotation, she could probably take it all off. But the Midnight Soloist didn’t register that. Somehow, the person piloting Arms Slave knew who Erica was in real life, despite how much of a divide there was. How was that possible? Hacking? Stalking? Bribing? Deep Ground was something that was linked heavily with another person’s life, but as far as Yuuki knew, wasn’t their personal information protected? How did…

And then, he started speaking of herself, and the Midnight Soloist’s constant smile faded.

In that moment, Arms Slave activated his Avatar’s ability, sending the three of them hurtling towards the ceiling. Wrapping both of her human hands around his throat, more to hold onto during flight than anything else, she switched her Land Demolisher back to that of a Heavy Arm, using that to grab onto his mangled limbs and begin tearing it off. At the same time, two of her mechanized arms shifted into a piledriver, and, without any hesitation, without even listening to Azga’s fancy, frivolous words, placed a Land Demolisher against the point in which the chain was connected to the ceiling.

There was no need to destroy the chains. Nor was Azga’s compliments or insults or whatever else necessary. Yuuki was just going to break the roof.

[b]“I hate you too,” [/b]she said, vacantly, before the hammer smashed into the roof, loosening the chains’ grip in the wall. 

Unable to support the weight of three Avatars, they all fell back down, as Yuuki forced Arm Slave’s head forward, intent on watching it splitting in half against the floor of the Guild. Good thing Deep Ground wasn’t realistic! It would be such a problem if she had to mop up the mess of brains, after all!
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