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It's early morning, the sun comes out
Last night was shaking and pretty loud
My cat is purring, it scratches my skin
So what is wrong with another sin?
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Having every expectation of meeting yielding flesh, Roche instead struck the pliable but stubbornly durable exterior of the ape’s hand. She struck, body folding over a yellow wrist before it swung her right back with renewed vigor. The wind tore hellishly against her and her arms swung about, only for boney fingers to clasp her by the wrists and turn an uncontrolled tumble into a passably coordinated spin. 

Before they’d even come to a halt she’d focused her vision on her savior, only to regret it almost immediately at the death’s head locust staring back at her. He spoke like an affable gentleman and there had certainly been weirder being summoned both in and out of their merry club, but a lack of foreknowledge made the sudden proximity to a very large bug shocking.

[color=orange]”Good catch!”[/color] She blurted out for lack of anything else to say, not riddled with profanity, her bloody-minded wrath blunted by the rapid deterioration of events. Oh she didn’t want to feel even the faintest inkling of clarity, but when the bones rattle from the roar of a rising Giga Miseria in broad daylight, a swarm of Locusts were trying to blot the sky, and Evil Eye had decided to spawn the Yellow Devil, it took a special kind of crazy not to take notice. 

Hizuki had taken the liberty to stake a claim on Michi, and for the life of Roche, she couldn’t deny she had the best claim to it. That she broke out a hereto-unseen armor just for the ape and its charge left her feeling somewhat assured as she turned her back to the school’s continued pulverization towards the towering giant of bone and bile spewing its spawn into the air.

[color=orange]”I’ll meet you there, Nyxia.”[/color] Earthshaker met Nyxia’s shout with her own, bounding past the vaporized muck of a vile avian as she left off the roof and came down upon the shoulder of Evil Eye’s impressive construct. She clapped what passed for its head with one hand as her shield appeared in the other. [color=orange]”Hey, mind giving me a good punch towards that bastard? Put some heat on it.”[/color]

Waiting for what she hoped was an affirmative Roche took one last leap, planting the shield against her feat as she crouched upon it, ready to absorb the impact and rocket into the heart of that swarm. 

Her hands clasped together, palms flush and fingers. Instantly her muscles tensed, lips taut as her teeth ground together under a fresh hell of her own invention. Shivers and shudders wracked her body yet she remained hunched upon the ballistic shield as her markings began to brighten all their own to the tune of muted [i]wumps[/i] ringing between her white-knuckled grasp. 

Impact! 

Her shield did as it was meant to, absorbing the force of the Eye Devil and a second sun was born, dimming a scant few lumens as she blasted off the shield with uncoiled legs and vanished in a crack of displaced air, hands held in vicious prayer before her.