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"Don't ask me," said Claire. "Anything my sister and I think up, our fused clones would probably expect, and now that she's fought you, she'll probably have an idea on how to deal with you, or at least plan ahead. We'll need to think like some other person, if we want a chance of catching them off-guard. At least that's what I think."

Claire had just awoken, and she didn't know what else to do.

"Um...Maybe we can get others to help us?" asked Yuki, wanting to join in.

[center]Ooh! It's like the starting area of an RPG![/center]

The humble home close to the tragic area of battle. The taste of peace, so easily mixing and separating from the flavor of death. If only this place would collapse into the void of another world and leave one survivor to be saved and brought to yet another peaceful town to rest and recover, then she'd be even more excited! The adventure of a mortal's lifetime! The grinding of experience and money! The slaying of entire armies of feral monsters and cursed creatures! Miriam would have so much fun playing a part in that adventure!

It took a moment, but eventually Miriam shook herself out of the thought. It was a fantasy to be dreamed -or maybe even brought about- for another time. For now, her main focus should be on the task at hand...Still, there was a part of her that figured out what she'd design her next batch of weapons after.

"[color=ed145b]Race you there? No powers, though.[/color]"

[center]He's fine.[/center]

"Nah, I'm fine", replied the Squidling. "Unlike mouse boy, I'm good with my current self."

Resin was speaking the truth. He felt he didn't need to be changed or enhanced. He was created by his goddess in a certain way, and he felt fine with his form. Besides, he felt that changing up his style would be the worst choice in situations like this.