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[hr][hr][center][color=a2d9ce]𝕄: 𝕊𝕖𝕡𝕥. 𝟙𝟜, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘   / /   𝕎𝕚𝕤𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕕, 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕪𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕕  / /   𝕋𝕠𝕨𝕟   / /  ~𝟙𝟟𝟛𝟘[/color][/center][hr][hr]

Feeling Factory's limb give so easily against her hammer was incredibly satisfying, but her job wasn't quite done yet. A familiar flicker of red light caught her attention as soon as she took off towards the next leg, sending a shiver of unease down her spine. Sander was almost to the core. Would he able to take it down before the serpent finished charging up its next attack? Would it matter?

And more importantly, who was its target? Would it shoot Sander? Would it try and aim for her? Or-- cold dread flooded her mind at the thought-- was it going to fire off at someone else? She was hard pressed to believe even the likes of Kusari could survive such a thing. 

[i]No.[/i] 

She wouldn't let that happen. Wouldn't let that thing hit anyone else. Best way to draw its fire would be to keep going. Take out Factory. In her haste, Callan skipped the wind up and swung the hammer across the leg as she passed it. She growled with exertion, another wave of sweat beading at her temple. She immediately turned her attention back to the serpent. Continuing to run several meters forward, the hammer dissipated, leaving her unhindered. It was unlikely the beast would risk hitting Factory with a laser like that. But if she was quick enough-- maybe she could ensure that its target was her. 

Of course, she'd also need to be quick enough to dodge it when it came. Something she felt confident she could do. 

Probably.