[h2]Alice Marlowe[/h2]

Alice continued to eat her ice-cream, ignoring the glassing of the stray sand and the juvenile insults. This was a C-Rank villain, really? The flaming swords were a neat trick, Alice admitted, but otherwise she seemed to be a braggart with a modicum of actual fighting ability. Who the hell stood around to insult an enemy without at least preparing something?

For instance, her own spreading hair as it shot out and twisted, with various strands pointing at Irene from numerous directions. The build-up had been plainly telegraphed and yet got completely ignored, leading to Alice's next words to Radical X: "If she's still up, pin her."

From every side, the hair-drills darted in to pierce the sword-wielding villain, with their controller finishing off her ice-cream. By design, the thrusting had no rhythm yet avoided aiming for any absolutely-fatal wounds; having time to prepare and build up your strongest attack was good for casualty reduction.

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