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Magde would lay there still sorely pained by the display of power going on before her, she couldn't even understand how something like this could happen. She moved what little parts of her body she could, she listened in on the conversation between the two, not like she really had a choice. From it she gathered that this Beelzebutt had some kind of care for anyone who came from Meteor City, this was something Magde didn't care about, the other thing she learned was that this little girl whoever she was, was an ass hole beyond measure. She wanted to beat the living shit out of her but knew she couldn't, whoever this girl was her sheer power was something Magde couldn't even conceive. Magde's thoughts were interrupted by the sudden feeling of her being pulled, Magde managed to look ahead of her only to see she was being hurtled towards the man who was fighting the girl. But she wasn't the only thing, there was a chair and. This bitch was throwing Scruff at him!

Magde's eye twitched as she saw the man smash the create blowing the corpse of her best friend Scruff into at least 9 pieces. Her rage was so intense that not even the crippling pain of her being hurled at Bell who then blasted her with some Ren. She went tumbling across the floor only stopping when she came into contact with a wall, she hissed in pain as she looked up, her body was finally able to move albeit barely. She clawed at the ground as she watched the girl jump from the airship. Her arms buckled as she tried to pick herself up she was in no condition to fight, no matter how much she wanted to, so the next best thing she could try would be to gather up the remains of Scruff. Her anger made every one of her fingers jittery and twitchy but she still managed to crawl towards where all the pieces of her dog were blasted. Her eyes watered and then tears started rolling down her face, but she didn't make any sound, these tears were a mix of sadness and primal rage. Whoever this Gum chick was, Magde was going to enjoy scooping the eyes out of her skull with a rusted spoon.