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[color=magenta]”Proud type? Is that your type?”[/color]

[color=888888]— Regina Bates[/color][/center]

[@Vertigo][@The World][@Nakushita]

While Himiko did her best to skate responsibility, and Cirilla summoned a shadow creature too nebulous to be described, it fell on Marrie to act as her team’s face. 

Nova flicked some ash off the end of her cigarette. [b]”You have a dragon, launcher girl, and those two nuts behind you.”[/b] Smoke seeped out of the corners of her mouth. The nicotine could be smelled from the far end of the train. [b]”Don’t think it would be fair if I didn’t assist, you know?”[/b]

[b]”I don’t need any help.”[/b] Lenore was already walking forward. [b]”Why don’t you keep the queen safe?”[/b] 

[color=magenta]”Keep me safe…”[/color] Regina laughed. [color=magenta]”I’d take on the lot of these guys myself just for a laugh, but this is a job at the end of the day. And Marrie? I’m not a ‘proud type’ or whatever. I’m a thrill seeker. It’s the only reason I fought Highway to Hell with Elroy and myself. You should have been there. I bet you’re curious how we were able to win so easily.”[/color] Her body was wreathed in flame. [color=magenta]”But since you weren’t, I’ll reenact the highlight reel!”[/color]

Regina sprinted forward, as did Lenore, but both were obstructed when Nova lobbed a plume of smoke over their shoulders. It struck the back of the train and obscured them from view. The Mavericks wouldn’t have much time to set up before they appeared. 

Himiko’s hunt for damage by the front of the train didn’t turn up much. There was evidence that the train had been burned in various spots, but no clear indication of what caused them. Hmmmm, what could have done so much fire damage?