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[hider=💀][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 (2), Enhance (2), Powerful (0), Homing (2), Avoid (2), AoE (2), Bend (0), Construction (4)

[Silver Self][Intangible] = -48
[Gold Projectile][Damage X] = -144

DAMAGE: B | SPEED: C | SENTINEL: E | 1000

PHYSICAL: D | ARCANE: D | CHAOS: E | 558[/center][/color][/hider][/CENTER]
A lot happened in a matter of seconds, and for once, Ciri found no time for sarcastic quips, mental or otherwise. From the moment she straightened in her new position, disoriented and pissed off at the loss of another summon but so far [i]fine[/i], all her focus was on her new surroundings. Shit. [i]Shit[/i], this was pretty bad.

As she saw the flames descending from the sky, for a split second, Ciri's heart jumped, and her thoughts went to avoiding it — but then she remembered the crazy bitch was too close for comfort, blades in hand. She knew what was coming, and wasn't willing to try her luck at close combat. So, no, if she avoided this, she'd lose the element of—

She'd yet to make up her mind, when the nova was already upon her, and the decision was made for her. A scream tore from Ciri's throat as fire engulfed her once more, and she slipped out of her coat in a reflexive attempt to put it out. She knew her Esper form would heal with no burn scars left behind or whatever but that didn't mean it didn't hurt like a [i]bitch.[/i] In her mind, in a place removed from the pain, she could feel [i]It [/i]was here somewhere, as usual, despite their differences earlier. If It wanted to help, now was a damn good time. Soon it might've been too late.

She was vaguely aware that something was going on with the train underneath her, and of the other train passing by, bringing with it what felt like a soothing, healing breeze — but Ciri had no time for second glances, because the redhead was coming straight at her. Figured. Teeth gritted, Ciri counted down. She'd taken the fire, so this bitch likely didn't expect her to have a way out up her sleeve. Three, two, one, and—

Just as the blades would've made contact, Ciri became intangible, pushing forward a single step to take her further through her enemy in the brief window of intangibility she had. And, as her assailant passed through her, Ciri whipped around upon rematerializing, shoved her palm forward, and fired straight at the back of Regina's head, point blank. 

Payback. She fucking [i]hoped [/i]it hurt more than [i]literal fire.[/i]
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