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Arsenelle stands silent and still, her gun still gripped tightly in her hands. After a dramatic pause, Sulfur continues.

Again ignoring her command, Arsenelle keeps the spotlight firmly on Sulfur, while stepping closer for a better look at her foe. Sulfur screams out a second time, then violently disperses her gaseous form outward in all direction, leaving no trace of her behind. The forceful gust sends Arsenelle down on her ass. Before she can

Billowing clouds of gray smoke pool around where Sulfur’s lower legs, arms and hair should be, while her main torso, hands, and head are of a more dense, defined, and darker consistency. The bright light pierces through her body, leaving no shadow behind her. The intensity of the light causes her distress.

Arsenelle ignores the suggestion. Instead, holding her blaster steady with one hand, she uses her other to tap on her left shoulder. An oval disc pops out and tilts upward from her shoulder plate, then blasts out a bright light twenty feet in front of her.

Arsenelle freezes when a woman’s voice speaks out ‘hello’. In a single fluid motion, she pulls out one of the two large blasters strapped to her back, spins 180 degrees, and aims the rifle barrel in the voice’s direction. Rapidly switching between infra-red and night-vision, her goggles surprisingly inform her that no one is there.

Utilizing her goggle’s night-vision feature, Arsenelle navigates the deserted pitch-black cavern. With just a twitch of her eye, she flips over to infra-red vision, but only registers the heat signatures of the very active vermin community that call this tunnel home. She gags, suddenly hit hard by a sulfuric stench so much worse than the

Behind her, at the battle scene, a loud explosion rocks the block. Bernadette ignores it, focusing on the injured man, until he screams and points skyward. She cranks her neck around to see an airborne motorcycle tire – engulfed in flame – barreling through the air and heading straight at them. Instead of running for

Accepting that it is fruitless, Bernadette takes a step back and throws her hands to her hips, attempting to re-evaluates this impossible situation. Just as she is ready to re-lose her cool, someone cries out for help. An older gentleman lays bleeding in the street, a chuck of wreckage lodged into his leg. She forgets

Dashing off with a sexy wink, Roman leaps back towards the action, leaving Bernadette standing there dumbfounded for a moment. Then she returns her attention back to the car’s rear, and more importantly to the two silver luggage cases wedged tightly between the twisted sheets of metal. She curses as she tugs on the trapped

Roman, miffed by the rejected hug, disregards her plea (if he even registered it at all).