Junko snorted. "No more magic tricks? Very well!" The SMG looked huge in the fashionista's small, petite hands. Though she had the discipline to press the shoulder brace against herself before firing, she wasn't looking down the sights. "Sayayayayaya helelelelelelelooohohohohohohoh toohohohohohohohoho myeyeyeyeyeyeyeyey Littelelelelelelellele Frienenenenenennened!" The weapon was on full auto, and it was difficult to make out what the fashionista was trying to say with the weapon shaking her so much. Junko's light frame benefited her when she tried to look good in a dress, not fire automatic weapons. As for the tree, each bullet seemed to weaken the branches that held Jane in place. Jane sagged closer to the ground, while the fashionista's bullets continued to rip twig and leaf from the tree branch. Fortunately, the bullets weren't being fired anywhere near Jane. It would seem Junko wasn't completely mad after all. Then the gun started to make clicking noises, no longer spitting out any more lead. "Oh, I guess I'm out. Well..." The fashionista turned around. "I'll see the rest of you on the other side!" she said before darting away from the chasm.