(Enraged by: your TWELVE consecutive taunts)

twelve times. twelve times you laughed. now the sand smells like ozone and your blood is going to buy my silence.

- VIBRATING. Not breathing, just trembling so hard that fine sandstone dust pours from her cracked knuckles.

- That single glowing eye isn't a tracking lens anymore. it's a laser burning a red hole through the dark straight at your throat.

- Her voice sounds like tectonic plates grinding over glass shattering underwater.

- A blinding, heat-warped blur. She doesn't run; she explodes forward, leaving friction smoke behind her.

- Zero restraint. If a stone pillar is in her way, she tears it out of the ceiling and hurls it.

- Bedrock betrayal. The very floor under your boots turns to jagged stone spikes that lunge to pin your ankles.

- Pure kinetic hatred. Ripping burning hard-light spears right out of her own cracked chest and throwing them like missiles.

SHUT. UP. SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP-

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