[color=lightblue][center][h1]Nαɳαƈα Dαιɱσʂ[/h1][/center][/color]
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When the text came, she had just been relieved from her hospital visit.

She had overdid it a bit. For a showmatch, she had been challenged to take down ten fighters at once on the ring. She managed to win in the end, but without her body taking quite the beating. She had to call an ambulance afterwards to fix her up.

But now, she was ready to go again. And the text was just the perfect opportunity to do so.

She arrived at the ship amongst the firsts, and she spent her time waiting floating around on the deck, with her novel open. Anyone near her would be able to see the baby blue panties she was wearing as her legs were raised carelessly.

And now, she was amongst the firsts to freefall of the ship.

"It's showtime!"

She landed with a crash right above one cultist. And, before his friends could do anything, she leaped off her first victim and began jumping on top of either their shoulders or their heads. Immediately they felt massive heaviness on the body part she landed on, pulling them down to the ground with how heavy they were.

Any remaining cultists near her immediately put a distance between them and her, extremely wary of whatever ability she possessed.

She then finally descended to the ground, legs hovering just a few inches above. Crossing her arms, she looked at the remaining cultists and said, "Alright? Who's next?". All with a confident smile.