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[hr][b][color=#6b8a72]LOCATION[/color] :[/b] [color=black]BANK OF THE WEST[/color]  [b][color=#6b8a72]INTERACTIONS[/color] :[/b] [color=black] THE BANK GROUP [/color] [b][color=#6b8a72]TIME[/color] :[/b] [color=black]MY PHONE IS IN MY POCKET[/color][/center][hr]
[indent][indent][indent] One moment Hana was feeling confident in her ability to handle the situation, her head turned towards Eilidh, and the next she saw nothing but the blur of scenery. Her foot felt as if it had been caught in a bear trap. The pressure on it was intense, and she didn’t have a moment to react as she was being dragged downwards. The only thing that she had the concentration to do was to yell out [color=#6b8a72][b]“MOTHER FU-!”[/b][/color] before she disappeared below.

Her back snapped against the wall of the vault. Fortunately, the natural energy shield that surrounded her buffered the blow, only leaving her slightly dazed. It was enough for the fuzziness of her concussion to ring back into her mind. Before another one of those muscled-up idiots had time to hit her, she threw up a shield. The fizzle-pop of green energy coalesced around her—in the shape of her late pet betta’s, T-Rex, bowl. The pixelization of the world around her along with the ringing in her ears had consumed her, but only momentarily. She was quickly straightening back up.

The rhythmic pounding on her shield and Red’s less-than-subtle wording should have made her chuckle, but instead, she was fighting her own thoughts to remain cognizant of the situation at hand. Even if a milky green betta swam by underneath her shield. It was then that Eilidh pierced through her thoughts and the beating let up. 

Hana reacted immediately. Her shield dispersed, and she launched into the air—pushing herself upwards at an angle. Her ringed fist glowed in bright green energy as she went for the goon’s face. Muscle covered most of the body, but it was heavily unused around the head. All there was between the soft tissue and her fist was a lot of bone to crunch. Her punch landed, but it was like hitting a car. She grunted, realizing she needed to put a lot more force behind this before the musclebound idiot had time to claw his way out of Eilidh’s mental blockage. So, Hana pulled her arm back, green light pulsing from her ring and making a sort of minty strobe light that filled the vault. In her hand formed an energy-construct guitar, the etchings of flames on the side capable of being seen even through the brightness. She let out a scream as it swelled in size, becoming monstrous in her hand—if it hadn’t been sprouted from her own mind it might have been unwieldy in her hand. 

The ring buzzed out [b][color=#5dc173][POWER SWIFTLY DECREASING. RING AT 70% BATTERY.][/color][/b] Hana ignored it and crashed the guitar into the thug’s head. The meaty crunch almost as loud as her scream. [color=#6b8a72][b]“Eat my dick!”[/b][/color] was her unfortunate battle cry. She swung the guitar back around for another hit, staggering the guy to the side.

Hana’s eyes darted to Julian, his arm suddenly in a makeshift swing. He tossed something to Red, while the goon turned his attention to the large, perfect man—the realization that Red had come to her rescue had to have dawned on the robber. He shot a look to Hana as he went for Red. She dispersed the guitar and threw a barrier up between his fist and her teammate. [color=#6b8a72][b]"Red!"[/b][/color]That had been his plan, though, using her preoccupation against her. 

The next thing she knew, he shoulder-checked her hard into the wall. This time she didn’t have time to react to throw a shield up. Instead, she took the hit square to the gut. Even with the energy suit, she could feel the pain lance through her abdomen. A rib was definitely broken. [color=#6b8a72][b]“Is that all you got? My grandmother could hit harder—and she’s fucking dead.”[/b][/color][/indent][/indent][/indent][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/z1iDmUw.png[/img][/center]