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Xoxi stared at the fight, her psychic hands enlarged and at her side. Her head was lowered and her eyes were closed as she faced towards what could easily lead to her death.

It was time to act.

Tears streamed down Xoxi's face as she raised her psychic hands, using them as shields for any oncoming attacks. She was angered, but as much as she wanted to deck the two girls in the noses, she was better off waiting for backup from Traveler, Spectrum, or Dragon. Just as her hand appeared, it quickly flew off behind Xoxi in a very quick blur, coming back around two seconds later with a leather jacket out of nowhere, draping it over the amputee. Why it was where it was? Xoxi's mind worked in mysterious ways. She also might've borrowed it from Dragon while she was in his house. Any protection was good protection when you were in nothing but a tanktop, bra, and a set of really comfortable pants.

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