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Here I Am
Rock You Like A Hurricane!
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Transit by Air Evil Eye was faster than Earthshaker would have expected, the wind sheer alone ripping the moisture from her skin as it glowed with a terrible power. She’d tried to fight a Giga Miseria alone once already, and found a similar skeleton’s dense bones a ready match for having its own force thrown back at it.

Caustic bile was useless to her, depriving the Rule Keeper of her greatest strength; An enemy to build her power from and strike back with overwhelming force, but having faced it once she’d put some thought towards how she’d handle it differently. Unlike the mysteries of Ashbringer or the emotional minefield that was her interactions with the club, it proved a simpler matter. Super easy, barely an inconvenience when she was already throwing hours of her night at her conspiracy board. 

Michi’s charade only reinforced her conclusion; No Miseria could hurt a Magical Girl as much as they hurt themselves. Why did Roche need to let them strike her when she could do it herself?

Light and force radiated from her impact with the Giga Miseria, arms crossed before her driving into bone as skulls ceased to exist. Twisted avians proved as susceptible to overwhelming force, a glance at her wake revealing a clean disc punched through the unleashed swarm. 

It was a pleasing sight but the satisfaction it brought was short-lived, tarnished by the agony of pulling her limbs from the crater of bone, darkly tanned skin stripped away to bare pink and red swathes of flayed extremity. Her fingers curled and refused to straighten, the barest twinge of muscles inflaming the anguish of hairline fractures she’d battered into every bone. 

[color=orange][i]A little pain is worth it.[/i][/color] Earth Shaker’s eyes gleamed as she looked up, seeing the remaining skulls belch out more of the corrosive bile amidst a fresh spawning of its minions. She’d struck a greater blow but it was not decisive, and it appeared as though she’d repeat her previous encounter at the mercy of pecking beaks and burning puke. 

Fortunately she had a partner whose mounting rage complimented her own quite nicely, the glint of lasers burning the black clouds threatening to blot the sun. [color=orange]”Come on. Come on. Come on!”[/color]

Manifesting her shield upon her back she kicked off the crater she’d formed, rising up with the bile plummeting past her like rain from an umbrella. The sizzling of rawhide buffeted her nostrils and she dispelled the Devil Arm as she broke through to open air, arms stretching wide before she slammed her palms together. Force shook between her palms, charging her as a crack was felt more than heard. But she was too caught up in the rekindled blaze of power erupting from her skin as she rocketed down, extended leg angled to strike the Giga Miseria once more in the chest.