[color=silver][CENTER][img]https://i.imgur.com/ZX8Nhy1.png[/img] [hider=šŸ’€][color=silver][center]20 | Female | Maverick Alternative | [s]So[/s](ME)[s]thing[/s] On Your Mind Kiss & Make Up | Handgun | Physical | We Are But Dust and Shadow Hellspawn | Streetside Devil Friends on the Other Side | Shadow | Abyssus Abyssum Invocat [Obfuscate, Intangible] Damage X (6), Restrain (4), Blink (4), Minor Heal (2), Summon (4), Enhance (2), Powerful (0), Homing (2), Avoid (2), AoE (2), Bend (0), Construction (4) [Bronze Touch][Intangible] = -32 DAMAGE: B | SPEED: C | SENTINEL: E | 1000 PHYSICAL: D | ARCANE: D | CHAOS: E | 12[/center][/color][/hider][/CENTER] The Dumpster Lizard did not, in fact, [i]run [/i]away this time. No, he intended to [i]fly[/i]. As if hearing Ciri's dismissive thoughts, the dude's entire body started to expand and stretch, until the tuxedo-wearing shithead was entirely replaced by an [i]actual fucking dragon. [/i] Sure, Ciri had heard he could turn into one during the mission briefing, but actually witnessing it in person, especially after seeing what a pissbaby he'd been, was... cathartic. Maybe there was a point to all this shit, after all. But only if she got his ass out alive. [color=#7e4393]"I have a fucking name!"[/color] Ciri shouted with exhausted frustration, with no intention of actually giving her name to the dragon, and no time to do so either; as her partner whisked her up next to the girl and Ciri's gaze readjusted to the diner, she saw movement. And it wasn't her shadows. It was the fucking Knight of No Tomorrows, in the flesh. Flesh that hadn't even been scratched. What were her shadow creatures doing? [i]Ugh[/i], good help was so difficult to find these dā€” The GEMINI bitch pointed her wand at them, and Ciri's frustration gave way to vigilance. It was no secret what her intentions were. Ciri could see, could [i]hear [/i]the magic gathering around the tip. And the bitch wasn't looking at [i]her[/i]. Ciri hurriedly reached for the grieving girl's wrist. She didn't have much left in her; in her anger, she'd expended most of her mana in an attempt to prevent this kind of shit from happening in the first place. But she could still do one thing. The girl would just have to fucking [i]let [/i]her, because she didn't have the power left to pierce her defenses by force. [color=#7e4393]"[i]Trust me[/i],"[/color] and then, for the first time in her life: [color=#7e4393]"[i]Please[/i]."[/color] Two seconds. As the beam fired. That [i]should [/i]be enough. She squeezed the girl's wrist, hard, nails digging into skin, until hopefully, her hand ā€” along with the attack coming their way ā€” would just pass right through the intangible Amanda. A temporary ghost, so she would not permanently turn into one; a shadow, beyond any light's reach. Rip to whatever was behind all of them, though.[/color]