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"I think so, thank you."

She smiles, waving to them with a smile on her face.

"Thank you."

Rolling to face them, again.

"I can't thank you guys enough... For being around."

The Neverwas manifests beside Jericho and sits at her bed.

"wowwww..."

She turns onto her side.

"i don't think i want your company! hmph!"

She thinks she should try that.

"I think he'd love it."

"We should make it really loud and have lots of people there."

Jericho giggles, covering her mouth.

"...stop hitting him..!"

She sighs, giggling.

"She gets jealous, too..."

Undoing Kami's bow and letting it fall onto the bed.

"Sure he did."

"If sightings is all we have, then I still appreciate."

She smiles.

"He's strong..."

Looking at Liam, then sighing.

"...thank you..."

Ignoring Kami.

"Is there any update on my Greg?"

"..."

Sighing.

"...you two..."

"What'll you two get up to?"

Smiling and hugging Kami.

"...i appreciate it..."

Fake coughing and putting her arm over her forehead.

"ohhhh ahhh i feel like i have a fever..."

Snickering happily.

"ahhh..."

"Yes, I am ultimately undamaged. It just hurt a lot."

"Yeah, that's true."

She coughs and shakes her head.

"I'm glad they were stupid."

"It was terrific."

Jericho makes her hands flat again.

"I want to fight more."

"I'm not retired anymode."

She nods, flipping her hair around.

"That was so... I don't know how to describe it."

Being treated by a machine, smirk on her face.

Getting treated. She took heavy damage.

Picking up her head and putting it back on.

Her headless body stands up and turns to him.

She kicks his head off.

Jericho snaps the neck of the one on top of her, then gets her head smashed.

Her body goes limp.

She gets clipped by the first and parries the other one upward, causing it to impale her forehead. Jericho walks down the weapon, and grips its wielder's head so hard it explodes.

The Core turns to elbow the 2nd one, but gets intercepted.

Her hair is frazzled, and her eyes are half-lidded.

The Core leaps through the blunt attacks and punches one's head off.

Jericho tears through more of them, shoulder-checking anyone if she can't turn her hand in time.

Her expression changes to a smirk, crouching under a spear and bisecting its wielder with a wave of her hand.

"It's like killing fucking homeless people!"

Her degraded experience causes her to take some hits, but she endures, picking up their weapons and throwing them into the others.

She smirks at the evacuation pillar disappearing, then starts fighting harder.

Jericho pulls them in by their spears, impaling their necks with her hands. Twirling and chopping their heads off cleanly.