[s][color=darkorange][b][i]"EAT LEAD, GRAVEL MUNCHER!!"[/i][/b][/color]

A noise like a train crashing into an aluminum shack enveloped the surrounding area, and a seemingly regretful negari was pulverized before dissipating.

A disembodied voice questioned the... unusual choice of language, [color=darkmagenta]"Gravel muncher?"[/color]

From Shimura Akiko, a young girl of no more than 14 years and the unlikely source of all this calamity, came the indignant retort, [color=darkorange]"Yes. Gravel muncher. Like biting the dust."[/color]

[color=darkmagenta]"Whatever just... hurry up. We need to get going before people show up; the whole city probably heard your lack of self-control."[/color] replied the voice, now given form in Belladonna, a master manipulator with little interest in the wellbeing of others.

[color=darkorange]"We've been at this for [i]months[/i] now, and we've seen what, five? six? of these things. I can at [i]least[/i] have a bit of fun when we do find something. Besides, it's not like we're going to see anything else tonight."[/color]

A split second passed and the bullets came whizzing right back into the cylinders of Akiko's oversized revolvers. She crouched down, waited for a few seconds, and went sailing off, leaving a spiderweb crack in the ground.

A short bit later, Akiko crashed down onto a near rooftop. [color=darkorange]"The worst part *huff* *huff* is the landing."[/color]

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Akiko used about half of her magical potential in that frivolous display. Bell was right.[/s]