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[center][h1][color=limegreen]Elizabeth Flame[/color][/h1]
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[I][color=limegreen]Location: The Reception
Skills: Gun Arm
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	Elizabeth was about done with buckethead's bullshit. Crashing a wedding was one thing, but if his son hated him so much that he was willing to leave [i]his own wedding[/i] to get away from him, he needed to get his ass out of there. Before she even really know what she was doing, she was around the wall that had been constructed, shifting her arm along the way. She had an idea, and it was going to happen, she didn't care if it blew the dick's head off. "[color=limegreen]What part of fuck off don't you understand?[/color]" She asked, resting the blaster of the gun right under the helms lip, before firing it straight off of him.

	Her rage boiling, she started say, "[color=limegreen]Maybe now you can hear us better,[/color]" as she reared her arm back, intending to slam her arm right into the back of his head, saying "[color=limegreen]Now, won't you j-[/color]" She found herself cut off by shock, as her harm froze mid-swing. She realized, she had ignored the crucial fact that her arm was made of metal, and she was currently attempting to attack [i]the man who could control metal with his mind[/i] with it. This may have been, in retrospect, something that some might argue could be called akin to a mistake. Gritting her teeth, she tried to yank her arm back to get the hell away from him, but she was stuck. A look of genuine fear crossed her eyes as she looked over to Guin, hoping for some form of help.