𝘊𝘈𝘔𝘉𝘐𝘖𝘕 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑺𝑬𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬. ||

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ㅤ Someone, somewhere, scrunches her face a little bit.
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The moment this beam would pass -
ㅤ ʙᴀɴɢ
𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐆
- straight to the spine.
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stings her eyes. Under this, the city would be wiped; as it slams down around the Primordial, it'd be easy to think Galia'd been obliterated.

... until Faye would check her shadow.
Like a sandbag, Galia's incredulous speed slung her forth below Faye, using her as a wall against her own beam.
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from a steel spinning top. Each pass aims to eviscerate a new Faye, her explosive kicks obliterating any of these false images meandering too close - like a bomb in ricochet.

ㅤ The air stopped.
ㅤ Immediately, Galia pauses and looks up, trailing the sound of warbling air. A wall of light

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opens fire on a lateral level, the first shot toward a single Faye blasts with fire & force sufficient to distort air and ignite gas. The cascading explosion sweeps to subsume more of her replicates; that large, initial shot sends Galia into a chaotic rotation, oozing bullets like the sparks

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to a certain altitude. One leg kicks up at level, stopping her rise abruptly - an easy way to dodge one of the sweeping laser array.
ㅤ The other leg kicks outward, slamming her forward as she balances delicately on the downward gun's jet suspension. Recall Galia has two guns; when the second

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ㅤ To the vision of multiple, Galia's only "answer" is a widening of the fangs and a glare from Hell. One gun quickly aims downward, and her posture inverts like a handstand during a brief fall. That downward gun's barrels erupt with a consistent stream of fire, rocketing her back into the air

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@greenlitglare.hates.lol

// why am i so tired

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make sure the next shot counts.
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the cambion upward. Both her guns spark and pop with black lightning; demonic power billows as verdant fire from the barrels 'til the revolvers glow with heat. Wherever Faye may be, that pocket where her senses don't seem to reach is growing. Accumulating.

ㅤ If rapid-fire won't work, she'll

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defueled without the source of power splitting it open. Galia's shots aren't reaching; all these lasers subsume her bullets. Fine, then.

ㅤ Like a dark star challenging fate, a green gleam surrounds a blackening aura. Steam puffs from between Galia's teeth, and the next plume of heat rockets

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Having blasted a chunk of the needles before they'd ascended, there were certainly fewer, but still enough to be a problem.
ㅤ Her angry storm of bullets redirects skyward, like inverse hail. The target is the embedded crystals; destructive logic tells her the shattering may be closed or

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breaking. Eyes wide open, the screaming beams mark the first time in a long one Galia's felt so alive. Alternating legs while she twists through the air, she kicks out those green, explosive bursts to propel herself around and below the beams reducing this alter-city to rubble and ribbons.

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thankfully, these needles are physical. Physicality means it can be shot, earning several of them a proper shattering. But not all of them...

ㅤ A pause, and then more of that damn creaking. Like bending support beams - ugh, it's such a horrid sound. She flicks her vision up; the 𝘴𝘬𝘺 is

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the shards' assault. Landing in a tumble on the rooftops again, she doesn't let herself get too still; Galia leaps up and preserves her momentum.
ㅤ Aimed down, as she comes toward the next road, she lets loose a veil of counterfire. Had she just swung open, she'd have been impaled...

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ㅤ Before the flame had cleared, the sound of creaking manifestation warned Galia; 'incoming'. Sparks travel down her abdomen to her heel, tailing a wave of green pulse down. Her leg kicks down, and a blast billows from the sole, launching Galia into lateral movement during the first wave of

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// happy friday gamers

// one more galia dose and then i'll do replies on other accounts

// you touched her gun. shouldn't'a did that. y' shouldn't'a did that

// all parties were warned in advance of galia being comically powerful

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a misting downpour of those drilling bullets reduces asphalt and concrete to dust.
ㅤ It's strange, how those twin revolvers fired like handheld gatlings, spinning cylinders delivering life-ending payloads.

ㅤ One second elapses from the time of launch.
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blazing Hellfire, immolating the street in the name of one cambion's fury.

ㅤ In the chaos of the inferno, Galia's body vanishes in black lightning, zipping twice. She retrieves her weapon in a blink & takes off from the spot, blasting high; before the river of heat and hatred had cleared,

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her volume alone blows the walls into shrapnel, all before the sonic 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘮 marks the cambion's launch.

ㅤThe distance becomes zero in an instant. Every ounce of force that had knocked her back is delivered thrice over in a strike that'd blow apart a man's arm, and with it coming a streetful of

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walls, tearing screaming, helixing fissures through stone, cement, concrete and asphalt. Galia's shoulders rise. Her ribs flare;

ㅤ and her roar comes louder than it all.
Deafening, it sends a quake through the ground, even in motion. A Doppler effect can't reduce the force of the shockwave;

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the friction leaving a trail of emerald sparks. And then there is a moment of silence.

ㅤ In a radius, even in a pocket, the very air surrounding Galia blackens as her teeth bare. Reverberance buzzes loud, and a power unfamiliar to Faye intrudes her space. Tendrils of lightning score the

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ㅤ Air billows past and whips through her hair. Pain in her abdomen accelerates the chemical reaction of a woman whose cauldron has tipped. Her body whistles like a rocket, and steam pours from every surface of Galia's skin, the cold air bursting away from the cambion. Her feet touch ground,

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ㅤ You could hear a pin drop while her revolver flies through the air. Galia's eyes blink wider open, their unamused inflection breaking to something startling. Something deep, and something unstable - Galia's temper was a Jenga tower, and the last block that kept 'er stable had been pulled.

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revolvers on a shoulder. She doesn't say a word, but Faye can likely feel the air heating up - not of her own doing, either. A subtle advisory.
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