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Nyxia’s eyes widened in a mixture of shock and bewilderment as she watched someone place an object in front of her weapon’s ravening beam, an object which not only withstood the cataclysmic energies that were now pouring into it, but actually seemed to be [i]absorbing[/i] them. However, it wasn’t long at all before surprised confusion gave way to savage fury…

[color=Aquamarine]“WHAT THE [i]FUCK[/i], YOU STUPID BITCH?!!”[/color] The Neon Tempest roared as she snapped her head to face the obstruction’s owner, her finger squeezing The Omega Obliterator’s trigger even tighter than before and sending an even greater volume of ruinous energy surging into the glowing shield.

The young woman, who was dressed as though she had just stepped out of some tribal fantasy game, proceeded to ramble in a disgustingly patronizing and pedantic manner about Nyxia’s need to recognize her allies and how teamwork was the best thing ever, complete with pretentious comparisons to sprints and marathons, as if Nyxia knew a single thing about either of those. As if Nyxia even [i]cared[/i]. During all the long years when she was just pitiful, pathetic Norika, she had considered it a major accomplishment to simply [i]walk to the bathroom[/i] without assistance, and even if she now possessed physical abilities to rival the world’s greatest athletes, Nyxia had zero interest in athletic pursuits, or those who partook of them. In fact, there was only [i]one[/i] person in this entire blighted world she cared about, and the Miseria had killed him…

[color=Aquamarine]“Why the fuck would I give a shit about [i]that?[/i]”[/color] The Neon Tempest scoffed as her visage contorted into a disdainful scowl. [color=Aquamarine]“If those shit stains can’t keep up, that’s [i]their[/i] problem. As for those flying eyeball fucks, I [i]thought[/i] they were Miseria, so don’t get your panties in a fucking twist,”[/color] Nyxia sneered, releasing her weapon’s trigger and abruptly cutting off its crackling beam. [color=Aquamarine]“Besides, if ‘friendly fire’ was [i]really[/i] such a big fucking concern, our fearless leader down there should have had the brains to mention that one of her ass-licking underlings could make things that look just like the shitbags we're tying to fucking kill!”[/color] 

In actuality, it really wouldn’t have mattered even if she [i]had[/i] known they belonged to a supposed ally. Anything that was stupid enough to stray into her kill zone was fair game, as far as The Neon Tempest was concerned, doubly so if said thing looked for all the world like another Miseria, but she decided it would probably be best not to mention that at the present time. Indeed, she had a very important question for her new “friend”…

[color=Aquamarine]“Oh yeah, and there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask ever since you cockblocked my precious baby with that annoying-as-fuck shield of yours,”[/color] The Neon Tempest added with a cruel smirk, eagerly opening fire once more, now that the shield in question had finally been removed. [color=Aquamarine]“Just how in the hell do you keep those ginormous tits from popping out of that pathetic joke of a top?”[/color]