[center][h1][color=steelblue]Bonny Mako[/color][/h1]

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Bonny smiled.

"Heh. So you think, you rotten little scallywag."

Her pad launched her a fraction of a second later, sending her careening into the forest. Then, at the height of her arc, she depressed the trigger on her backpack cannon, and an explosion, more like a gout of flame than anything, launched her further in the air, the recoil sustaining her flight. She pressed it again, and in a hippity-hoppity sort of way she sailed over the forest canopy, screaming "ON YER LEFT!" as she flew over the tall, pasty kid's head. Bonny lifted her head back and howled, cackling. 

"I love me some breachin' on a cool afternoon!"

A series of explosions rocked the forest as Bonny's cannon continued to fire. Finally, once she was sure she was ahead of everyone else (or at least everyone she didn't like), she decided to land, delaying that last push of a button until mere moments before she hit the ground. The cannon sounded, and the ground beneath her dissipated into a fine, soft dirt that settled beneath her and cushioned her landing.

Bonny dusted herself off, surveying the trail of destruction she'd left in her wake. She wondered how many Grimm she'd killed?