@ThievingGrace blood as his helmet and skull both caved in between Nina’s hands.
Standing back up, she wiped the blood off on her white shirt, as much as would come off at least, then went to rejoin Zinnia.
“Shame we’re in a hurry, but I appreciate the thrown bone. How’re we doing over here?”
@ThievingGrace grabbed onto his helmeted head with both hands, then began to squeeze.
The guard was screaming and thrashing in agony almost immediately, but no matter how hard he squirmed Nina kept him down. A few seconds later the end of his struggles was punctuated with a small splatter of -
@ThievingGrace “Anything up ahead?” Nina asked, her voice just above a whisper.
She hoped Zinnia’s next instruction would give her the chance to break something. Or someone.
@ThievingGrace Zinnia’s plan was the wisest choice. As high as the ceiling was for her brand of “fun” here, the chances to enjoy it were far too scarce for her liking.
She followed the path made for her, trying to make as little noise as possible as she hurried to catch up with Zinnia.
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@ThievingGrace Machine Gun: Leprechaun!” Nina yelled while throwing her arms out. Golden clusters of dust appeared and concentrated into the forms of small missiles. These were launched forth, bursting around the guards with a series of concussive explosions that threw them off their feet and -
@ThievingGrace grin.
“Yeah, your boy toy got himself in a bit of trouble, I hear. There was a big breakout a few days ago and he got involved somehow. Don’t know the details,” she said with a shrug.
“Lead the way, princess.”
@ThievingGrace Nina let out a sigh of relief when the chains fell and her straightjacket was cut loose. She stretched her arms then cracked her knuckles and shoulders with a series of loud pops.
“Ahh… That’s so much better.”
When Zinnia described where she was going next, Nina flashed her a-