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Distress Signal
Letting out a startled cry, the Quin Mantha begins backpedaling, a torrent of beam fire railing through the ranks of the Baraclow Knights, joined by more and more firepower as Kristal's funnels join in the assault. The torrent of firepower covering her slow retreat. Inside the suit she perspires heavily, her breathing fast and shallow, one of the Quin Mantha's hands shaking and shuddering wildly. The mental outcry from the crowd at the first shot driving her into a panicked fervor as she backs into Wild.
"Don't... don't let them take me..." She pants incoherently, her head swimming. |
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1:06 AM Aug 27