[h1]Misaka Mikoto - Client World 576143290-B[/h1]

It wasn't a good day for Tokiwadai's Ace, by any stretch of the imagination. Through some unknown means, she'd found herself moved to a desert that obviously couldn't be anywhere near Academy City, and there was hardly a plausible reason for it. The only teleporters she'd ever encountered had far too limited a range to pull off something like this. That, and the only one likely to be anywhere near her person could at least be trusted to not leave her in the middle of a desert, even if 'respect my privacy' was a demand never likely to be heeded.

At least this desert wasn't completely trackless. There were buildings in the distance, even if it was quite a journey through hot scenery that did nothing more to better her mood. Their being completely ruined made things even worse, as well as the ashy pits. 

The sounds of fighting were unmistakeable, leading the schoolgirl to walk on what appeared to be... a few girls and a soldier fighting what seemed to be two expressionless suits of armour. Snap judgements are rarely the best ones, and Misaka was far from at her mental best, and the schoolgirl opted for what her experience had taught her: expressionless suits of armour tended to mean robots and people operating on the wrong side of the law, especially as one of them was fighting a child.

This probably explained why the bolts of electricity leaping for Kiba and Senbonzakura were more powerful than was necessary to incapacitate a person.