[ the golden twin needs one more well-placed shot to hurl over, amaterasu can see that clearly— the woman can do it, if not for these ugly fumes. the wolf positions herself angrily in front of the silver demon, throws her head back and howls and moon-presence— more a distraction, really— as she summons galestorm with her brushwork. the fumes blow away and the zephyrs batter up the silver owl enough to tip it upside down and clash its head to the earth as it tried desperately to flap back to its proper position.
as for the golden demon, it has clasped its ugly little claws at its monocle, busy spinning its gears— and serves as a lovely, clean hit for sharp shooters. ]
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as for the golden demon, it has clasped its ugly little claws at its monocle, busy spinning its gears— and serves as a lovely, clean hit for sharp shooters. ]