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[color=firebrick]"Hello, mister quickster."[/color] Mastar said to Jackalope as she looked back towards the tanks, seeing the hell that Arson was currently raising. Jesus Christ on a bicycle, was she actually managing to eat that much delivered force onto her body? She was just taking it like it was absolutely nothing, though it really shouldn't have surprised Mastar as much as it did. It was still absolutely ridiculous how much punishment Arson could take. No doubt there's still gonna be clothes with inconvenient leather in spots in the firebarrel later. Great.

Snapping out of her train of thought, Mastar nodded to herself as an idea came back up in her head. If it were a few years ago, this'd be much more difficult, but as she's grown up with her powers she's gotten more and more used to them. Maybe she could get into one of the tanks...? It was a risky maneuver, sure, but if she could get into one of them and then pilot it herself, that might just be enough firepower to turn the tides of this. Maybe get these Nazis to turn their tails and get out of here.

It was an idea.

[color=firebrick]"You sweeties mind covering my rear~? I've got a [i]naughty[/i] idea, but I'm gonna need nobody to shoot at me so I can get to a tank."[/color] Mastar asked the others, fading back into their old persona a little bit. Ah, the sultry Mastar was definitely a good Mastar, that's for sure. Within a few seconds after asking, Mastar's body fell into it's usual tarry form before making its way to the side, reforming into a slightly humanoid form, excluding her legs, which were simply replaced by a tarry wave, letting her move a little faster. To be honest, she was kinda relying on Arson drawing all the attention off her as she made her way over to a tank on the right. Hopefully, she could make it and launch herself onto a tank.