A legion crumbled before her jab.

Her faithful DRU was still behind her; turning coats had somehow ensured its survival amidst the automaton purge. Clearly prolonged exposure to Kimiko-chan was sufficient enough to inoculate it from the Up-Down-All-Around-Take-The-Demon-to-Pound-Tound Haymaker she had perfected by watching Daisuke-kun.

She had never seen him punch, mind.

But if he did...it would probably look like that. And he'd probably name it that.

She looked at the space where the golden fog had been the thickest - the place where the mask, and its twisted imitation of a vessel, had been exerting its influence.

Stared at it for a while, lips pursed slightly.

Her tummy rumbled.

Time to lick her wounds. And some salt from her fingertips.

She rode DRU back out of the truck, straddling the pizzabot with her legs wrapped around its head and her hands underneath her butt. She stretched one out to Daisuke-kun...and poked the head of his makeshift staff curiously. Her eyes had taken on their normal disinterested air. Her hair was kinky, ginger bangs half-obscuring them from view. Kimiko's cheeks puffed out, as if to sigh in exhaustion...then deflated, like a bullfrog's. 

She didn't even spare a glance at the robot corpses around Daisuke-kun.

[color=00a651]"I'm a pretty cool kid."[/color]

Only that could explain how she had stopped a whole invasion with one blow from these thermite hands.