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Level 5: 39/50
Word Count: 774
Location:  Sandswept Sky
Points Gained: 4
NEW EXP balance--- Level 5: 43/50[/center]

	As Red-Eye drew ever closer, Jesse wondered what she could do. There had to be something. This situation was not ideal, to say the least. There had to be a way out of this, for everyone. Of course it would be trivial to save her own life- but that wasn’t a victory. Maybe she could No-Collide something? Lift something up? Make something smaller at a crucial moment? Someone could practically hear the gears turning if they put their heads up to her redhead. But a solution would present itself in the form of Robin and his sacrifice play. A Final Smash- something like this was about to happen in the undersea lab if Jesse remembered correctly.

	Well, this was it. Another one bites the dust.  Jesse would just have to win it for Robin, too. Robin’s final display of power was truly extraordinary. Countenance newly sharpened with grim resolve, Jesse brushed past Poppi and once again took her place in the gunner’s seat. She was looking forward to finally wiping this oversized maggot from the face of whatever world she was on today.

	As the sand disappeared the train took to the bridge, the Red-Eye failing to dig into metal, Jesse silently lined up the cannon. Easiest shot indeed. Quickly, Jesse did some mental calculations. They came up with the idea that whatever happened, she had to kill this thing before it did anything else. “You guys can fly, right?” She said, and pulled the trigger.

	Though she didn’t quite predict just how bad things would get. “Ah, fuck.” She said, watching the entire god damn desert vanish into the abyss. It was time to abandon ship.

	And then suddenly she was really high up. “Um.” She pondered. 

	Did she miss something?

 Glancing around, she saw everyone else being lifted high into the air, and then freezing at the apex, before slowly moving back down. Wind blew her hair and clothes all around. 

[i]Polaris?[/i]

A blue shimmer directed her eyes downward. There that ugly motherfucker lay, its carcass spewing evil into the air towards them. 

	[i]Man, I wish I could fly again.[/i] She thought to Polaris. Evade would just have to do. She reached her palm out behind her and then pushed off the sky, blurring through the updraft to charge downward. Forgoing accuracy, Jesse summoned her Service Weapon in her right hand as she fell head first. The pistol’s barrel rotated and began to spin. As she dived downwards she unleashed a hail of machine gun fire upon the flying enemies, cutting a small path through them. She flattened herself out, hitting the air brakes as it were. 
	“Hey, Sven.” She called out. The cooky Alchemist Uncle Sven appeared for the first time in a long time. Jesse hadn’t found the time to use him yet, but looking at the weak spot, and her musings on currently lacking any real burst damage, had given her an idea.

	He seemed all too happy to be summoned during a death plummet, cackling along. “Gimme a fire flask! Gonna make it a big one. Sound good?” Jesse offered. A science experiment. Could she once again give the first law of thermodynamics the finger? The round alchemist gave the redhead what she wanted, tossing a fireflask at the monster below. He floated away like a balloon. Jesse withdrew her Tool Gun from its holster, quickly used some minor telekinesis to switch it to Inflate, and fired several shots at the fire flask. Lo and behold, the glass round flask and the boiling orange liquid within double, tripled, quadrupled in size. It was now the size of Jesse. Any bigger and it might break apart in the air or break for some other reason. Uncle Sven flung his hands up in the air, whooping in victory, before vanishing. “All right.”

	Jesse unsummoned her Service Weapon and latched onto the fire flask with Launch. The air around the bomb shimmered with power. Hopefully her machine gun fire and her allies combined would cut a path for the weapon to the giant beast. Once she thought she saw a lull in the swarm, she narrowed her eyes. “Open wide.” She jerked her arm down and the fire flask plummeted through the up draft, zooming towards the gaping wound of the creature at tremendous speed. She felt like it had enough speed and weight to smack and crush one or two of the flying bugs out of the way before breaking. Worst case scenario a big enough creature sacrificed itself to break the flash, only to send a rain of fire spreading across the greater area, softening it up. Best case scenario, the dying Red Eye’s innards got roasted.