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[center][color=orange]"You won't be earning anything if you don't put on a good show."[/color][/center]

[url=https://imgur.com/XG3izV6]Roche[/url] declared as she took to the battlefield, her gauntlet raised before her face as her other hand tugged it snugly into place as one would any glove. That this one shot a combustible gel in a long cone was just an added perk in that regard. An eye flickered from the comforting embrace of metal and leather to affix itself upon the cackling orangette and shared none of the wild enthusiasm which was now coursing through Gudako. 

[color=orange]"Hmph. I was hoping for the chemical plant."[/color] She hung her head and sighed with a hand on her hip, clearly disappointed with her starting location on top of Ryuko's overwhelming exuberance getting the better of her common sense. Roche just knew that girl had spent all week binging Black Bullet montages and getting herself psyched up to some truly unreasonable standards. 

And it was going to come down to her team mates to make sure she reaches those goals as stepping stones for her double jumps, if nothing else.

[color=orange]"Well it doesn't matter now. Just keep your head in the game. Style points mean nothing if you can't make it to the end."[/color] The dark skinned girl chastised over her shoulder before arming herself with her usual compliment of grenades. After all, what better time to break out the consumables then in a public tourney?