"My, my, my, what have we here?"

[karasumadbomber]

The rank rich stink of putrefaction clung to me when I swam dully back to consciousness, surprised to be alive.

The agony was excruciating; it dragged a chuckle from me. Shifting rancid corpses to either side of myself and too shaky to stand, I crawled, like some primordial beast, out of the tangle of bodies and limbs. They were stacked behind the

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[rockarmoraura]

The stench of blood was what roused me. I lifted my arm to rub my face but found that there was a significant measure of rock on top of me and I would have to unearth myself alone. It was incredibly difficult for me to blast my way out from underneath the rubble of the ruined stadium. My energy hadn't quite recovered from how thoroughly that hiyoukai had beaten me. I considered it an insult most agreivious that he had not ended my life and I planned to take my revenge

[karasumadbomber]

"Bui," I acknowledged, an eyebrow lifting delicately. "I see no reason to conserve strength. Our contract with Toguro has ended." A smile, then, bitter and twisted. My hair was falling into my eyes, strands morphing to kinky blond and then receding to the more sinister black. My power was spiking and falling, and it was no easy feat to control myself while this excited without my mask.

Still, seeing his wisdom even as I disdained it, I stood from the corpse and slipped my claws back in, so my hands would fit more comfortably in my pockets. I stood askance, watching him, head cocked like a bird's.

I smiled at him, tasting blood. "Old friend, I believe there is a city we should visit, to celebrate our freedom."