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[b]Big Mama Jin - Number One Woman in Japan[/b]

"We just dropping all fucking pretenses about magecraft, huh?"

Ryou staggered to her feet, her skull ringing like she'd been rammed by a fucking monster truck at a rally. Everything was red, and she was almost one hundred percent certain there was something running down the side of her face. Like brain juices, or liquefied earwax, or actual blood and [i]fuck[/i] was she not thinking straight. Everything was jumbled up so hard that the shit oozing out of her was random enough for one of those lotto machines or whatever. Like a ... 

She lurched forwards violently, her chest heaving as she spat out blood. More crimson dribbled down her chin, staining her ruined uniform. Fucking A', she was going to have to cash out on a new one and it was all thanks to Terracottamoto's asshole of a [i]ji[/i] right there. Who the fuck was Archimedes kidding? Give him a place to stand and he'll move the Earth? Whichever fucknugget of a magus gave her dweeb of a teacher so much musclepower or whatever could do it way more easily. Ryou'd been right at the fulcrum and still got her head jacked like a coconut.

Or whatever.

It wasn't like she could think of pithy metaphors right now, you know? Her brain was fucking killing her.

Her tongue tasted funny. At least it was just the tongue. Maybe she wasn't having a fun rodeo with the crazy magic bullshit stealing away her schooltime funtimes, but her fortunes weren't off there. She wasn't gonna die anytime soon.

And like, did this fucker think she was gonna scram just because he had the balls to go bowling with her? Maybe it'd work on some other punkass, but she was the[color=7851a9]strongest[/color] woman in Japan. She had to be the [color=7851a9]number one amongst women[/color] - no, amongst everyone in Japan. She was here for a good time, and some crazy Chinese statue boy parasite eating Morimoto's brain was not going to fucking STOP HER.

[B][I]Strive for quiescence of body, mind and intention.[/I][/B]

"A bloody BF?" Ryou wheezed out a snort even as her body pulsed with od once more. "Gimme a fuckin' break, we ain't got time for that."

She took a step forward.

Everything hurt like a bitch.

But that wasn't going to stop her from piledriving this fucker's face into the dirt.

"But we ain't gonna need one. Cos as long as I'm here, [b][color=7851a9]we can't lose[/color][/b]."

Another step.

The magus responsible here was gonna underestimate her? Bloody hell. Whatever that asshole was smoking, it must have been some low quality shit.

"I'm roarin' and ready to go," she grinned out. Another step. And another.

And another.

And another.

Half her face was covered in blood, but she wasn't going to let something like that stop her.

The od inside of her intensified.

The terracotta warrior would [b]know her power[/b].

Her voice grew deeper. "You will [b]know my name[/b]."

"[color=7851a9][b]YOU WILL KNOW MY[/B][/COLOR][H3][color=7851a9][I]TAMASHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII[/I][/color]"[/H3]
Helmet manifest, magnificent crest flowing far behind her,[b][url=https://youtu.be/btys5pB4LrE]【張遼 奉先】[/url][/b] short forth with immense power, leaping off the ground and spinning like a drill of blazing heat towards the terracotta warrior. Towards the enemy. Towards the obstacle that both the delinquent girl and the Flying General were united in a method of overcoming:

[color=7851a9][b]DESTROY[/b][/color].