[center][b][i]BANG[/i][/b][/center]

High density, limitless caliber, and enough force to punch through an entire fortress slammed into the spawnling of divinity, a large hole piercing its chest and slicing two of the rings around it cleanly in half. The infantile figure would vomit a strange golden ichor, most likely its blood, before a second shot finished it. The rest of the shots would break apart the remaining ring, huge chunks of it disintegrating upon contact with the arcane bullets. All too easily, it fell as if it hadn't just completely annihilator the two she'd just met. Slumped on the ground, the figure's remaining ring crashed down beside it, its body and rings fading into golden particles as the mouths on the rings cried out.

[center][color=gold]
"Lady...Divine..."
"Demon...spawn..."
"The War...must renew..."[/color]
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The voice was faint and weak, before it sputtered out entirely with one last sound of a groan. Each and every bit of the thing dissolved, leaving behind nothing but a faint stain of gold upon the snow.

Vani stared in disbelief, now carrying Gram in his arms as he approached Mammonie. [color=tan][b]"Holy Lyriel...that was amazing!"[/b][/color] he said, grinning at the woman before him. [color=tan][b]"And here I thought you weren't capable of fighting. How'd you do that? I've seen some weapons like that before, but you were firing it way faster. And you pulled it out of nowhere!"[/b][/color]

Vani would clear his throat, before shaking his head, knocking off a bit of snow that had come to rest upon his head. [color=tan][b]"Sorry, that's...that all can wait. For now, we have to get to shelter before we freeze in our boots. Lady Gram's out cold, so we're going to have to go on foot. But we made camp a short ways east of here, in a cave. I can at least get a fire going while we recover."[/b][/color]

Mammonie would feel that, with the battle's conclusion, "something" was happening within her body. It was a strange feeling, almost similar to the after-effect of a light exercise. It was almost like her body was acclimating itself from that kill, readying to continue. Almost like exercise. 

There was no convenient gauge for it, but she imagined that despite being max level in the game she'd come from, she had just "gained experience" in some way. 

Vani would begin moving, his left hand upon Gram's back continuing to glow as he salved her wounds. [color=tan][b]"...Crap, sorry, I completely forgot to ask but...you're not hurt, are you?"[/b][/color] Vani's question was one of concern and bewilderment as he looked Mammonie up and down...and a bit more up in the middle. Again. Then, he'd shake his head and turn around, marching on.