[Her clothes stained with grime, sweat, and who knows what else, Ammy stands, craned over the communicator. It shows a street, lamp posts dented. In a building nearby, a few pairs of wary eyes could be seen peering out at the fight. Blurs of light shoot past her, blowing chunks of of pavement. Aside from the vicious-looking energy blasts, a few
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